Originally, they promised to go home at night, but by the time Sera arrived at the werewolf tribe, the sunset was almost setting.

She was still thinking about how to explain her absence in the middle of the night when she went back tomorrow morning, so Eric helped her solve her worries.

He said with great foresight: "I told Gale yesterday that you would come today. He will help you contact the manor this evening. He will tell you to stay in the mountain tonight to attend our bonfire party. I will leave it to you tomorrow morning." I’ll take you back again.”

"What if I don't come today?"

"You're here." He had planned everything and didn't think about what if.

Sierra couldn’t help but ask: “If I don’t come out today, how long do you plan to wait outside?”

"I don't know either." Eric said seriously: "I just feel that I have to see you and explain to you."

The straightforward Teen Wolf doesn't even mince words about his feelings.

Sierra raised her lips and changed the subject at the right time, "Does Dad agree with Gale's words? Is he angry?"

"You have to ask Gale what he said." Eric dismounted and Jem ran over to greet him, "Hey Eric, you went to fight such a big bear?"

He took the initiative to easily remove the black bear from his horse, and smiled at Sera with his tanned olive face and narrowed his eyes, "Good evening Sera, welcome to visit again."

"Good evening." Sierra was about to jump off the horse, but Eric, who was quick, put his arms around her waist first and hugged her down.

He glanced at her muddy shoes and calves, "Let's go wash our feet."

He took the initiative to take Sera's hand and led her to the well water with Jem's playful expression.

Sierra thought he would scoop up the cold well water and pour it on her feet like before, but Eric said, "Wait for me."

She turned to see him running towards the restaurant, but after a while he brought a ceramic basin over.

When the basin was brought to Sierra and put down, she found that there was boiling hot water in it. Eric adjusted the water temperature and said, "Take off your shoes and wash them."

Sierra didn't expect that he would become so considerate, and she was stunned for a moment before she bent down and unbuttoned the leather shoe strips on both sides and took off her shoes and socks.

Eric picked up a pair of her shoes and squatted next to her. A small brush he took from nowhere appeared in his hand, and he dipped it in the cold water to help her brush off the dirt on her shoes.

Sierra soaked her feet in warm water and looked at Eric as he carefully washed her shoes. This gentle and handsome face was heart-warming.

But as for the charm of the male protagonist, they all make her heart beat, which is really bad.

"Thank you for washing my shoes." She thanked her.

Eric turned his eyes and glanced at her, then smiled and said, "Did you have fun today?"

"I'm very happy." Sierra smiled.

"Then you will come next time?" Eric looked away and lowered his voice, "I just need to change into a pair of pants, preferably with long boots so that my legs will not get dirty easily."

Sera blinked, "I'll pay attention next time I come here."

During the break of washing feet, Fanny and Gale passed by one after another, both of them carrying a bundle of dry and thick firewood on their shoulders.

Sierra stopped Gale in time and asked him how he explained things to his father. He said directly: "I said you wanted to attend a bonfire party to relax and you didn't want to go home, and then your father agreed."

"He's not angry?"

"Not angry? Well, maybe a little bit, but you really don't have time to go home now, you can only live here." Gale pointed with his chin at Eric, who had finished brushing his leather shoes, "But we don't have any extra You can sleep with him or Fanny in his room."

Eric interrupted: "Gale, hurry up and prepare the bonfire."

"Eric is shy." Jem came over to join in the fun, and then ran away quickly.

Sierra wiped her feet clean, and Eric put the same clean leather shoes at her feet, "Don't worry about them, most of them have no manners, you can sleep with Fanny tonight."

"I don't mind." She stepped into her leather shoes with her bare feet and found that even her socks had been washed clean by him and hung to dry on a small wooden rack on the side.

"Eric." Sierra bit her lip, "I can wash the socks myself."

Eric lowered his head and glanced at her exposed white insteps, his eyes flickering, "It's a convenient thing."

After sunset, there were no lights in the tribe. Under the black night sky, a huge bonfire was burning, making the sound of crackling flames.

Several homemade wooden chairs, with polished and upholstered tree stumps, formed a large circle around the flames.

Food that had been grilled in advance in the restaurant and large plates of skewers were brought to the open space.

On an early spring night, the temperature in the mountain forest is very low. The warm flames and the aroma of food with chili peppers dispel all the coldness and emptiness.

Sera sat on a cushioned tree stump and greeted several werewolves and their mates.

"This is specially made for you, Serah." Greni brought over a plate of spicy rabbit heads.

"Thank you." Sierra didn't show any pretense and directly grabbed one with her hand.

"And wine." Gale put a box of dark beer on the open space in one hand, and several men followed suit, making the atmosphere casual and relaxed.

Eric took a skewer with chicken and put it to her mouth, "Try this, it's freshly grilled."

When Sera bites a piece of meat, the spiciness of the powder mixes with the oil, and it tastes good in the mouth.

She narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, "It's delicious."

Eric chuckled softly, "There are also sausages and bear meat. You can eat each one, and the rest belongs to me."

Sierra was not polite. She took a bite of whatever was handed to her, and whatever was left on the skewers went into Eric's stomach without wasting it.

When the atmosphere was high, Gale pushed the gray-haired Robinson out.

"Sela, let's talk about opening a butcher shop?"

Sera, who had just inserted a rabbit head, licked her fingers, took a sip of dark beer to suppress the pungent taste in her throat, and said, "Okay."

The last time she came here, she had not seen this old man in a wheelchair. He looked to be in his seventies and still looked healthy.

Eric turned around and his voice became obviously cold, "Dad."

"Dad?" Sierra turned back in confusion and listened to his explanation: "Fanny and I are both Robinson's children. He is my father, the chief of the tribe."

"That's it." Sierra looked at the kind-faced old man again and greeted politely, "Uncle Robinson."

His wheelchair rolled to her side, "I appreciate you wanting to help our big family."

"It's not a favor, we just cooperate for mutual benefit," Serra said.

"Gail told me that you want to help us buy a butcher shop. We will provide the meat and half of the rent, and you will be responsible for the remaining gold coins. Is this the distribution?"

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