After dressing up as the evil girl in the second game, I opened my eyes and found myself in the Shur

"I know." Eric brought the meat into the store. Of course he knew, but Sierra was a noble lady and she regarded him as his best friend. He didn't want to break this relationship and let the two of them become friends in the future. No.

Sera, who was riding away on horseback, had just come out of the corner of Holker Street when she saw Rose Hill who was also coming out of a big house on the street.

The street in front of him was full of cars, and the store sign hanging high above his head was brand new, with the back of a graceful woman engraved on it, and a circle of small colored light bulbs lighting up around it. If you look closely, you can see that it is still a very gaudy store name. .

【Leba J Academy】

Good guy, really good guy.

Serra looked at the expressionless blond Duke across half the road for a few seconds. Behind him came Aldin, and a beautiful girl wearing only a waitress's apron on her upper body, which was not covered up. The turbulence is extremely eye-catching.

Sera lowered her mouth decisively, drove the horses and turned away.

"Sela." Rose Hill called her softly.

Sierra stared straight ahead without even looking back. She had not yet digested the scene she had just seen, so she did not want to talk to him for the time being.

After the horse walked down the street for a few minutes, a black vintage car drove up beside her and walked parallel to her on the street.

Inside the half-downed car window, a cold male voice asked: "What happened to your skirt?"

Sierra turned her head, lowered her gaze, and faced the pale and handsome face hidden in the darkness of the car. Her voice was coaxing, "A waitress's theme party? I didn't even know the Duke liked to play with this."

Her unreasonable answer made the car silent for a few seconds, "That's my property, it's newly opened today."

Sierra reined in the horse, stopped her hoofs, and said in a softer but still angry tone, "Oh, then I wish you a prosperous business."

The classic car stopped at the same time, and the slender fingers covered with leather gloves pushed open the door. The young man in a suit and leather shoes sitting next to the door said with bottomless dark eyes, "Come up."

Sierra hesitated for a while, then shook her head decisively, "No, I'm going home, dad is still waiting for me to eat."

Aldin opened the door and got out of the car, and directly called a coachman from the street who was waiting to start work. He handed the man a few banknotes, pointed to Serra's horse, "Take it back to Mawson Manor, and then follow it there." Tell the butler that Miss Serra will have dinner with Duke Rosehill and will go back later."

"Yes sir."

The itinerary was clearly arranged, and Sierra reluctantly had no choice but to dismount. She really wanted to go home, but today another piece of land was taken away from Rose Hill. After thinking about it, she should be more obedient. This Now he is his biggest creditor.

She walked to the car door, and the people inside sat down and made a space for her.

Sierra bent down and got in.

The car door closed with a bang, and the dropped car curtain blocked several lines of sight outside the window. Occasionally, street lights that lit up at night shone on the white curtain.

"What happened to the skirt?" Rose Hill asked again.

Sierra replied in a muffled voice: "A litter of rabbits died at home and were stained with blood."

"You went to see Eric?" His tone was not good.

"How do you know?" Sierra turned her face and saw Rose Hill taking off her gloves. Her hands, as white as porcelain, were exposed little by little, and there were gems on each of her slightly convex fingers.

This red, blue, and green color combination would be a disaster for any hand with flaws, but there is no dissonance on these hands. The facets of luster refracted between the gems complement the snow-white skin.

Sera unconsciously stared at his action of taking off his gloves, which is something that people who don't control their hands would love.

After taking off her gloves, Rosehill folded them and put them in her pocket, then turned to her and asked, "What did you do?"

It was obviously supposed to be the scene where she questioned him about visiting J Hospital, but the status of the conversation was reversed as soon as they got in the car.

The other party's strong aura made Sera feel guilty, but she didn't do anything today, so there was nothing to feel guilty about.

She sat upright and said, "I didn't do anything. I just met him while passing by the butcher shop and said hello."

"Hello?" Rose Hill's voice deepened, and his eyes were cold.

His cold thumb pressed her lips and rubbed them hard from side to side, "Just saying hello?"

The smell here is so strong that it can't be concealed at all, a disgusting, repulsive animal odor.

The question without warmth was like a poisonous snake crawling across the tip of Sera's heart, making the cold person shiver.

Inexplicably, she recalled the words she had said in his small manor.

He is good at creating and destroying anything that does not belong to him.

"Why are you angry? I just gave Eric a kiss before I said goodbye. Don't you greet someone with whom you are close by kissing each other face to face?"

Sera, who was pretending to be calm, hugged his arm and managed to save her lips, "And I'm not angry with you yet. Those beautiful girls are all wearing white aprons that can't cover their breasts. You can see it with your eyes." But you’re here, right?”

Rose Hill narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the jealous girl in front of her with a bulging face, "I never kiss on the cheek."

"Really? I've kissed you many times." Sierra poked his lips and cheeks, and said dissatisfied: "Aren't these and here my cordial greetings? Everyone does this, why are you unhappy? of."

For a moment, Rose Hill was silent.

He didn't deny that what she said was correct, but he didn't want to admit it in his heart.

"I'm not angry." He explained firmly.

"Oh, now I'm angry." Sera, who escaped, let go of his arm and turned to face the window, angrily saying: "Those girls all have better figures than me, no wonder you are not interested in me."

Rose Hill frowned and replied; "There is no comparison."

Sierra turned her head in shock. She was angry. She was really angry. Could anyone be so openly insulting?

She moved her butt and squeezed next to him, and her white hands angrily pulled up the collar of the suit without a trace of wrinkles, "Am I so bad?"

Rose Hill looked at the blushing little face that suddenly came closer, and there was a faint smile in her eyes.

She would be mistaken.

The classic car driven by Aldin climbed up a slope, and Sera's body followed the ascetic suit's chest in front of her. But she was really shocked tonight, and she didn't want to seduce him at all.

She let go of her hand, and as soon as her hips moved back a little, the long arms behind her wrapped their arms around her waist and pulled her back.

"What I mean is that you are different from them. There is no comparison between you and the goods for sale in the store." Rose Hill lowered her eyes, and her hard palms clenched slightly against her soft waist.

He regarded her as a descendant who could be transformed personally, so her existence was unique and unparalleled.

Sierra lay on his chest and stared at his flawless beauty. After a while, she asked: "Am I unique?"