"Eric, I like your body very much." She pressed her hand on the indentation of the muscle lines on Eric's chest, and began to talk ambiguous words without any scruples, "Can I take a closer look?"

"You're so drunk." Eric grabbed her hand, and the place where the delicate fingers had just scratched burned with a flame more intense than a bonfire, which made his heart tremble.

He tried his best to control his reason and pulled her away.

"You're going to regret it when you wake up."

"What are you regretting? Can't you touch her?" Sierra's eyes were blurred, wondering why he pushed her away.

The girl in front of him had a flushed face and seductive eyes. Her round-neck skirt and shoulder-length skirt would slide down a lot. Her beautiful collarbone and uncovered white skin made Eric's breathing difficult.

He couldn't take his eyes away and ignore her beauty.

Seeing that Eric was still indifferent, Sierra blinked slowly, nodded her head in disappointment and said, "Okay, I won't touch you in the future, I'm sorry."

She wanted to withdraw her hand from his palm, and the palm wrapped around her clenched subconsciously.

Eric hesitated and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay just this once?"

I don’t know whether I said this to Sera or myself.

"Once? Okay." Sierra nodded dazedly.

He finally couldn't resist the temptation and hugged her to his chest again. He gently touched her round shoulders with his fingers and said in a low voice, "We are friends, I will be more generous."

Be generous and share your body with her.

Sierra put her arms through his waist, climbed up his broad back muscles and hugged him, her drunken little face smiled with satisfaction, "Sure enough, you look best with nothing on."

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"Sierra." Eric lowered his head helplessly, "I didn't know you would be like this when you were drunk."

"Really? In fact, there are even more extreme ones."

Taking advantage of the reputation of being drunk, she raised her head and covered the boy's lips with the strong smell of wine.

The girl's soft lips touched gently, and Eric's pupils contracted violently. He didn't know what it felt like. It was like tens of thousands of flowers blooming from his body, and every cell was clamoring for love to break through and sprout. Emotions flowed crazily along the blood, and the heart beat faster than normal human beings.

Sierra's waist was squeezed tighter by the hot palms. She was not too drunk and knew not to take too much initiative, so she pulled away from Eric's lips as soon as she felt good. But as soon as she tilted her head back, she was struck by him. He held the back of his head and pressed it back.

The soft marshmallow touch turned into a heavy kiss, and things developed into an inseparable entanglement.

The drunken werewolves and the woman saw the two of them standing by the bonfire, kissing as if no one else was around in the night.

The hooting in his ears grew louder and louder. Jem raised his neck and even let out a wolf's roar. The loud sound penetrated the forest and scared away the birds that were perched on the trees.

Sierra could hardly stand. The suffocation after the robbery and alcoholism made her head dizzy. She hung Eric like a pillar and let him carry him to Fanny's house with satisfaction.

Fanny stood at the door of her house, raised her eyebrows and said, "I thought you would take people back to your house."

"I won't do that." Eric responded hoarsely.

"You've already done this. You've done everything you need to do, except for the last bit." Fanny chuckled, "It's better to do it while the person is drunk."

Eric ignored her and carefully carried the sleeping girl into the house and put her on the bed, "Sela may vomit later if she drinks too much, so take good care of her."

Fanny leaned against the door and looked into the dark room. Her innocent brother was squatting by the bed and carefully helping the girl take off her shoes and cover herself with the quilt.

She asked: "Eric, you really don't like that Anna Xi likes her sister instead?"

Eric turned back and warned: "You'd better not let Sierra hear this."

"It's not me. I heard it today when I was selling meat at the foot of the mountain." Fanny stood up straight and crossed her arms. "There is a lot of news on the street about you hooking up with the two daughters of Earl Lizzie's family. It's even more outrageous than before. .”

Eric frowned deeply, "Who is spreading these random rumors? Nothing happened between An Xi and me."

Fanny warned: "I don't care how many girls you like, but don't get entangled with two nobles at the same time. You know this will be trouble for us. Once they know the truth, what will be the consequences? They will be afraid of you. Will welcome death.”

Perhaps she felt that her words were too harsh, so she softened her voice and said, "Solve this matter. Mr. Lizzie won't want his two daughters to be related to werewolves."

Eric stood up and walked to the door, turned his head and glanced at Fanny, "I will solve it, but Sierra is my friend."

Seeing him walking away, Fanny repeated the word friend without meaning, raised the corners of her lips, "A bad excuse."

The bonfire in the open space gradually extinguished, the wood ash was blown up by the breeze, and the horizon gradually turned blue-black.

The hangover felt bad, and although she controlled her intake, her delicate body reacted badly to the alcohol.

A splitting headache.

Sierra slowly sat up from the bed holding her head and hissed.

She touched her burning lower lip with her fingers and found that Eric had gone too far yesterday, and the skin on his mouth was broken.

"Drink a cup of coffee and go down the mountain." Fanny came over holding the cup and pinching her nose with one hand. Her voice sounded strange, "You vomited twice in a row yesterday. It stinks so much. How could I hold it back?" Throw it out.”

Sierra held the coffee in both hands and glanced at the clean sheets and carpets. There was only the bitter smell of coffee beans on the tip of her nose, "Does it smell bad?"

She cleaned very well.

"Well, it stinks like hell. If I had known that the smell would linger for a few days, I should have returned you to Eric." Fanny finished speaking in disgust, her expression really bad.

Thinking that their sense of smell was more sensitive, Sierra took a sip of coffee and smiled awkwardly. The corners of her lips were curved a little wider, but she hurriedly pulled back in pain, "Thank you for last night."

Eric looked normal when he came in, but Sierra could tell that there was no heaving under his tight-fitting black vest, and he was holding his breath.

She put the coffee cup down and tried to ignore the strange feeling that she was a smelly person. She put on the socks he brought and put them into her leather shoes. Her ankle-length skirt was wrinkled after sleeping all night.

Sera caressed the hem of her skirt casually, "You're sending me down the mountain?"

"Let's go after breakfast." Eric said warmly, his eyes always peeking at her broken lips, feeling shy and guilty.

Sera nodded as if nothing happened and followed him slowly out the door.

"Does your head still hurt?" he asked.

"Fortunately, I can walk well." Sierra rubbed her temples, feeling that she could still bear it.

"Yesterday." Seeing that there was nothing wrong with her mood, Eric couldn't help but ask, "Do you remember anything?"

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