Chapter 169 Help
Sera listened to the voice getting weaker and weaker, and shouted inside, "Okay Eric, don't beat the person to death."
The man grabbed Layton's hair and lifted him up against the wall, just like he had just done to Sera.
"You'd better be sensible and don't pester Sera, let alone threaten her."
Eric's eyes underwent a horrifying change in Leiden's sight. A faint green light emanated from his pupils, as vicious as a wild wolf.
"I know, I know!" Layton was trembling all over, holding the thick arm that lifted him up with his fingers, and kept begging for mercy: "I won't offend Miss Serra."
"very good."
Eric's wrist bones made a sound of bone twisting, and then he punched Layton in the face. His last voice disappeared, and he collapsed on the ground and completely fainted.
Sierra waited uneasily at the door.
A tall and tall figure appeared in the darkness, with a military uniform hanging on his arms and a white shirt stained with some rose-red wine.
Seeing him sullen and in an extremely bad mood, she pursed her lips and asked, "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"
After hearing Sera's question about the man who tried to violate her, Eric walked up to her, and his oppressive figure pressed her head down. He lowered his head and said angrily: "How dare you go out with anyone?" Worried about whether he was beaten to death by me?"
Seeing that he was blaming her coldly, Sierra pursed her lips, her eyes filled with mist, and she just said, "You are cruel to me."
Eric was stared at by her foggy eyes, his breathing stopped suddenly, and his heart was instantly confused.
He hurriedly unfolded his military uniform and put it on her body, hugging her into his arms and comforting her: "I'm just worried about you, wearing so little and going out with a stranger. What if I don't come today? What will you do?"
The thought of her being kissed and touched filled his temper with uncontrollable rage.
There is no problem with this. Sierra couldn’t do anything else. She leaned against his hard chest and said aggrievedly: “My father introduced me to my marriage partner. What can I do?”
Eric had already listened to the conversation between the two, and now his aura had cooled down again, "The person is not dead yet, I'll go back and give him another punch."
When he hit Layton, it was like swatting a fly. Now he can help Sera solve the problem with a little more force.
When she heard that the person was not dead, Sera relaxed a little, but when she saw that he really turned around, she wanted to go back and punch him again, and immediately hugged his arm, "That's enough, that's enough. You can't do this arbitrarily now, it's easy to get into trouble. Let’s go.”
The pull between the two attracted several men also wearing military uniforms.
The lights in the bar were very dim, and they did not immediately recognize Sierra. They only thought that the girl holding Eric's arm was surprisingly stunning and beautiful.
"Okay, Eric, no wonder I just rejected the prostitute's invitation at the door and insisted on coming to the bar. It turns out that I met her here."
There was no offense in their tone, just envy.
Eric glanced at them, put his arm around Sierra's shoulders, "I'm going back first, you can continue playing."
"There will be a girl's performance later, don't you want to watch." They were cheering from behind, and he waved his hand without looking back.
Shortly after the two left, another drinker who went to the restroom finally discovered Layton, who was still alive and dead, and quickly called a car to take him to the hospital.
Outside the bar, there are prostitutes standing on the street every few meters soliciting customers, and ambiguous sounds always come from the dark corners.
Sierra lowered her head. The large military uniform could not cover her white and slender neck. A few strands of her messy hair fell on her chest, and the girlish fragrance mixed with alcohol spread out.
Eric lowered his eyes darkly, turned around, and led the wandering girl into a dark alley that was too deep to see.
The small leather shoes could not touch the light from the street lamp, and her vision fell into darkness. Only then did Sierra raise her head in confusion, "You went to the wrong place Eric."
She turned her head and looked at the streetlight a few meters away from her, turned around in his arms and wanted to walk out.
With a gentle push, Eric pushed the person to the wall, and her arms and body turned into a prison to imprison her, trapping the person in the middle.
The crisp breath penetrated the tip of her nose, and Sierra had a premonition that something was not good, so she went straight into a tipsy state, tilted her head and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
Eric stared at her, and his voice was hoarse, "If I don't come tonight, will I get the news that you are planning to get married tomorrow?"
Sierra was stunned for a moment, "No."
"No?" He lowered his head, pressed his fingers on the stone wall a little harder, and the crushed stone fragments fell at her feet.
"I heard Master Lizzie has decided to marry you to him."
Sera pursed her lips, "Of course I won't marry him, he is too old."
"Speaking of which." She punched him in the chest and said angrily: "Since you and your companions are looking for prostitutes! You still question me! That's too much!"
She bent down and was about to pass under Eric's arms, but he pressed his hand on her waist and pushed her back.
"Are you jealous?" He asked in confusion, then stared at her eyes for a moment, then added an affirmative sentence, "Are you jealous?"
"I didn't." Sierra tilted her head.
Eric pinched her chin, turned her face back, and explained aloud: "I followed you after seeing you. I have never found a prostitute."
"Huh, so do I. I have never thought about getting married." Sierra hummed at him, like a coquettish voice, with a soft and lingering ending.
Knowing that she was a little drunk now, Eric, who selfishly pulled her into the darkness, leaned down and kissed her red lips.
The kiss came fiercely, and Sierra was unprepared. She tightened her hand on the hard chest, and her heart trembled slightly.
In a dark alley, a drunken man and woman got entangled as soon as they entered.
A faint moan soon appeared in Sierra's ears.
She huddled in Eric's arms, her face was hot, and she was a little overwhelmed by what was happening next to her.
"Let's go out." She tiptoed close to his ear and said in a very small voice: "It's so embarrassing before they notice."
"We were here first." Eric glanced at the small earlobe that was close to his lips. The blush on Sierra's cheeks spread all the way to this point. He couldn't resist the temptation and pressed his lips to it, biting it gently.
The flesh on the earlobe was caught off guard by him and he took it into his mouth. Sierra trembled all over and her legs became weak.
Eric supported all her weight and listened to the voice next to him, breathing heavily, "I just forgot to mention that no matter who Lizzie wants to marry you to, I will not agree to it."
He will do everything possible to stir up trouble, and Sera understands the meaning behind this.
His hands slid down from her waist, followed the curve and stopped as soon as he grabbed her skirt, and even let his lips go to her ears.