Chapter 158 You can try something new

Chapter 158 You can try something new

The fireplace was so warm that Sierra finally fell asleep reading to herself and snored a little.

Her relaxed body was gently picked up, Rose Hill ducked to the bedside, put her in the bed and covered her with a quilt, then turned and entered the bathroom.

But after a while, the sound of rushing water came from inside, which continued for a long time.

It was dark in the bedroom when Sierra woke up. The curtains were drawn on the large window in Rose Hill's bedroom. It was still raining heavily outside, with only a little light coming from the fireplace in front.

She turned her head and vaguely saw someone sitting on the bed next to her, sharing the same quilt with her.

"Rose Hill?" She leaned over and found that his bathrobe was a little wet, and there were still water drops hanging on his exposed porcelain white chest, as if he had just come out of the bathroom.

"Did you just take a shower?" Sierra yawned, vaguely remembering that he had taken a shower earlier.

He put down the book in his hand and replied quietly: "It's raining and the road is hard to walk on. You can't go home tonight."

"Oh." She responded nonchalantly, "I didn't plan to go back originally. Can I sleep here tonight?"

"There are guest rooms opposite."

"I'm afraid of thunder."

Rose Hill twitched the corner of her mouth, speechless at her righteousness, "Why didn't I notice it before?"

"It's a problem that just popped up recently." Sierra took out her hands from the quilt and hugged his arm outside. "Of course it's not right to sleep on the bed of a man who has not confirmed the relationship. It's like being a lover." It’s such a weird way to get along.”

"I'll go to the guest room to sleep later."

She quickly let go, sat up and touched her stomach, "I'm hungry. I'll go out and ask Aldin to help me prepare something to eat."

The skin of the girl's open collar was delicate and white, and most of the collar slid to her shoulders, illuminated by a thin layer of light from the flames of the fireplace.

Rose Hill immediately grabbed her hand and frowned, "Are you planning to go out like this?"

"But I want to eat." She bit her lower lip, kneeling on the bed and moving her knees forward and back. Her one-piece robe was parted from the middle, revealing half of her looming thighs.

"Stay here." Rose Hill turned away his eyes, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Before Sera could even see how the heavy bedroom door opened and closed, the other person disappeared.

She curled up her lips and sat back on the bed with a triumphant look on her face. Facing him in a vacuum, she couldn't bring herself to worry or fear.

Within half a quarter of an hour, Rose Hill brought in a portion of hot porridge and potato pancakes.

A characteristic of this century is that the bed table is the most common thing for nobles. Sierra leaned on the bed obediently and watched him push the small table full of food onto her lap.

"Thanks."

She liked this kind of life of being served, especially when the person she was serving was a handsome vampire with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

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Such a casual psychological comment passed by in a flash, and Sierra didn't notice it at all. The young man beside the bed flashed his eyes and pursed his lips.

After finishing the food under his watchful eye, she was ordered to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth. It was already dark outside the window and she could not see anything. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

After sleeping with nothing to do, Sierra turned her attention to Rose Hill who was writing at the table.

"what are you writing?"

"The vampire incident from St. Loren has come to an end."

Sera walked over, "The black-skinned vampire that almost killed me before?"

Rose Hill sneered, "The colonial war allowed a few sympathetic vampires to transform one person after another on the battlefield, resulting in newborns everywhere."

Sierra approached his letter curiously, "What was the result of their treatment?"

"Death, there are rumors everywhere about the appearance of monsters sucking human blood. Too many people have died mysteriously, which has already crossed the bottom line of what I can tolerate."

Rose Hill lowered his head and could only smell the unique aroma coming from the girl, like ripe grapefruit candy, exuding a delicious sweetness.

His pen stroke paused, and a little thick ink was left at the end of the letter, becoming the only stain on the entire paper.

Seeing that he suddenly put down his pen, Sierra crumpled up the letter he had just written and threw it into the trash can. Before she could ask anything, she swayed and was pulled onto his lap.

Her lower back hit his hand, and she looked at the man with bright red eyes in front of her blankly, "What's wrong?"

Rose Hill lowered his head, his face close to her delicate neck, and his half-open lips biting on it.

The two fangs were already aimed at Sera's carotid artery, and the blood flowed under those cyan blood vessels, and the fragrance was fragrant.

"Do you still want to be in the same room with a vampire, knowing the pain of having a plate of food in front of you but not being able to enjoy it?" He suppressed his hunger and said, "You always provoke me again and again."

Sierra trembled, not expecting Rose Hill to suddenly get angry, "Then I will go back to the guest room and stay there, and I will leave at dawn tomorrow."

The hand on her back suddenly tightened, and Sera groaned. She was afraid that he would really insert his venomous fangs into her neck, so she had to tilt her head back and whisper to comfort her, "If you are really serious, If you’re thirsty, I can do it myself.”

"What did you say?" Rose Hill suddenly raised his head.

After rescuing her neck, Sierra stretched out a finger tremblingly, "I can cut my hand a little and bleed it, just like when my lip was broken last time. Although it won't be enough to feed you, but..."

She bit her lower lip, "Can you try something new?"

Rose Hill laughed angrily at her fearful yet brave appearance, "As long as you bleed a little, I won't end it."

Last time, he was on the verge of losing control. His raised paws were immediately lowered and hid in the sleeves of his pajamas. Sierra sighed, "It's too difficult to get along with you."

Before the handsome face in front of her could turn cold, she took the initiative to get close to his arms and cuddle with him, "But I can't help it at all, I just want to get close to you."

"What should I do?" The depressed voice was full of melancholy, and he said in a high tone: "Is this a moth flying into the flame?"

Rose Hill relaxed his eyebrows, and his deep and cold eyes were a little warmer, "It's an ugly metaphor. Did you learn these bad words in etiquette school?"

"I only went to school there for a week, and classes were suspended because of the teacher's death." She leaned in his arms and saw him pick up the pen again, change a piece of paper and start writing from the beginning.

"What's the rumor on the street?" Rose Hill asked.

Sierra pulled up her clothes a little higher and shook her free calves, "About me killing the teacher? That's nothing. Now everyone knows that I owe you a lot of money."

"You don't have to pay it back." Rose Hill said softly, "In exchange."

Sierra interrupted him, "My laundry factory is very profitable. Don't worry, I won't be reduced to selling myself out for the time being."

Rose Hill made no further suggestions. When he finished writing the letter again, she said, "Yesterday I wanted to invite you to the first dance. Does it still count now?"