Chapter 1402 Scumbag!

"Who am I? Where am I? This floor...why is it so familiar???"

Camilla opened her eyes, her head was a little dazed, she looked around in a daze, her eyes fell on the floor, and she suddenly felt a little familiar.

Then some memories of last night flooded up like a tide, and she couldn't sleep, as if she came to the restaurant to find Mag to drink, and then Irina was there, so she became drinking with Irina.

"Drinking..." Camilla patted her drowsy head lightly. The feeling of dizziness after a hangover is really uncomfortable. In the past, she only had a small glass of red wine before going to bed, but last night she seemed Drank countless glasses of beer.

"Wait...did I do something strange while drinking?" Camilla's eyes gradually widened, she...she seems to have eaten grass? !

Tender green lettuce leaves, wrapped with freshly roasted roast beef...

Oh my God!

As a vampire aristocrat, she actually ate grass! And I still want to eat on my own initiative!

Camilla wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into, which was really degrading!

If it gets out, she feels that she will probably lose face.

However, the floor still looks familiar, doesn't it?

Camilla fixed her eyes on the floor again, and suddenly remembered that her memory was completely lost after being drunk last night, probably what humans call fragments, and then...then...she vaguely remembered being hugged.

"Could it be the boss!" Camilla's expression became tense, and she lifted the quilt to take a look. The clothes on her body were still intact, except for a few folds from being pressed during sleep, there was no sign of being untied or torn.

"Oh, he really can't do it." Camilla felt relieved, but somehow disappointed.

She already remembered why the floor here was so familiar, because she had slept on this floor one night before, in the same position, at the same angle, on the same floor.

"Bastard, you let Countess Ben sleep on the floor again!" Camilla sat up a little annoyed, and was about to vent her anger at Mag on the bed, and then met two pairs of blue eyes.

"Sister Camilla, you're awake." Amy, who was lying on the bed, looked at Camilla with a smile and said.

"I slept soundly on the floor." Irina leaned lazily on the head of the bed with a smile on her lips.

Camilla was stunned for a while before subconsciously asking: "Why can you lie on his bed!"

"Because good-looking ones can lie on the bed." Irina smiled.

"Then why am I lying on the floor?" Camilla asked inexplicably, then suddenly realized something, her expression changed slightly, she gritted her teeth and said, "That guy thinks that I should be lying on the floor! "

"But, Sister Camilla, why are you sleeping on the floor of our room again?" Amy asked puzzled.

"Huh?" Irina and Camilla looked at Amy at the same time.

Camilla was a little flustered, that night... couldn't bear to recall it.

There was a bit of danger in Irina's eyes, and it showed that this was not the first time. It seemed that this kind of late-night invitation might not be the first time, and it had even progressed into the room.

"Tut Tuk."

There was a knock on the door, and Mag's voice: "Are you up? It's time for breakfast."

"Ah, I'm so hungry all of a sudden, let's go have breakfast." Camilla got up from the floor neatly, tugged at the skirt that ran up, and walked quickly towards the door.

"What is she guilty of?" Irina's eyes narrowed slightly, a little curious.

Camilla opened the door, looked at Mag standing at the door, glared at him, walked past him, and stepped on his instep.

"???"

Mag withdrew her feet in time, and looked at Camilla's back with some puzzlement. Is this woman's aura so terrible? I just came to ask them to have breakfast.

Meg turned around,

A pillow flew towards his head and hit him in the face.

Stretching out her hand to remove her head, Irina stood in front of him, looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "How many times is this?"

"It's lenient for confession, and strict for resistance." Amy poked her head out from behind, and said a little old-fashioned.

"Oops." McGonagall panicked. He didn't expect the backyard to catch fire so quickly. He thought he had arranged it well, but he was mistaken for his cleverness. It was probably because Camilla's last stay was revealed.

"The second time, the last time she was drunk, I also arranged her to sleep on the floor." Mag confessed, anyway, he really didn't do anything, with a clear conscience.

Irina stared into Mag's eyes for a while, put away the folding chair in her hand, stretched herself, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

Looking at the graceful curves of Irina's tight pajamas, Mag was relieved, and she was really frank and lenient, and said with a smile: "As long as I can, I will cook for you whatever you want. "

A smile appeared on the corner of Irina's mouth, she thought about it, and said, "One serving of sweet tofu nao, one serving of Yangzhou fried rice, one bowl of soy milk and one deep-fried dough stick."

"I want the same one too." Amy raised her little hand and said.

"Okay, you guys wash up first." Mag smiled and nodded, then turned and went downstairs.

Mag walked to the door of the kitchen and saw Camilla with loose hair, standing at the door with a glass of water thinking about life.

"Are you okay?" McGonagall looked at her and asked, listening to her experience of being forced to marry twice in a row last night made him feel a little more sympathy for this strong-looking countess.

When Camilla heard the voice, she suddenly raised her head to look at Mag, and said nervously, "What should I do? Irina knows we're asleep."

Mag: "???"

"No, why did we sleep? Girl, you have to be responsible for what you say, and you can't just insult my innocence." Mag's eyelids twitched, is it so scary in the early morning.

Camilla also realized that there was a problem with her statement, and quickly waved her hand: "No...I mean, she knows that we sleep in the same room, and I'm an innocent vampire."

"I'm still a clean man." Mag rolled his eyes, a little convinced by the girl's brain circuit, reached out to hold her trembling shoulders, looked into her eyes and said, "Remember, we Nothing happened in between, you just slept on the floor, so if you don't tell, she doesn't tell, no one will know."

Camilla looked at Mag, gradually calmed down, and then said angrily, "Scumbag!"

"Huh?" Mag looked at Camilla with a strange face. She slept on the floor. How could he be a scumbag? 8) For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy