Chapter 1402: Slag man!

"Who am I? Where am I? This floor... Why are you so familiar?"
Camilla opened her eyes, her head was a little dim, and some confused looked around, her eyes fell on the floor, and suddenly she felt familiar.
Then some of the memories of last night flooded up, and I couldn’t sleep myself, as if I came to the restaurant to find McGonagall, and then Irina was there, so she became a drinker with Irina.
"Drinking..." Camilla patted her and had some stunned heads. The feeling of dizziness after a hangover was really uncomfortable. She used to just have a small glass of red wine before going to bed, but she seemed to be last night. Drinked a lot of beer.
"Wait... Didn't I do something strange when I was drinking?" Camilla's eyes grew bigger, she... she seemed to graze? !
The green lettuce leaves are wrapped in roast beef grains that have just been baked...
Oh my God!
As a vampire aristocrat, she actually grazes! And still take the initiative to eat!
Camilla wants to find a place to sneak in, this is really insulting!
If she spreads out, she feels that she will probably lose her face.
However, this floor still feels familiar?
Camilla’s gaze was fixed on the floor, and suddenly she remembered that her memory was completely absent after being drunk last night. It was probably the so-called fragment of human beings, then... and then... she vaguely remembered that she was hugged.
"Is it the boss!" Camilla's expression was tense, and she picked up the quilt and looked at her. The clothes on her clothes were still intact. There were no signs of being untied and torn apart except for a few folds of sleep.
"Oh, he really can't." Camilla let go of his heart, but inexplicably a little disappointed.
She had already remembered why the floor here was so familiar, because she had been sleeping on the floor for one night before, sleeping in the same position, at the same angle, sleeping on the same floor.
"Bastard, even let the Countess sleep on the floor!" Camilla sat up annoyedly, trying to vent his anger on the bed of Meg, and then paired with two pairs of blue eyes.
"Sister Camilla, you woke up." Amy, who was lying on the bed, smiled and looked at Camilla.
"I also slept very well on the floor." Irina leaned back on the bed with a lazy smile.
Camilla squatted for a while before asking subconsciously: "Why can you lie on his bed!"
"Because, if you look good, you can lie on the bed." Irina smiled.
"Then why do I lie on the floor?" Camilla asked inexplicably, then suddenly realized what it was, his expression changed slightly, and he bit his teeth: "That guy, I feel that I should be lying on the floor!"

"However, sister Camilla, why are you sleeping on the floor of our room?" Amy asked inexplicably.

Hmm?
Irina and Camilla looked at Amy at the same time.
Camilla was a little scared, that night... I couldn’t bear to remember.
Irina's gaze is a bit more dangerous, and it shows that this is not the first time. It seems that such a late-night invitation is probably not the first time, and it has progressed into the room.
"Hey."
There was a knock on the door and the voice of McGonagall: "Get up? Breakfast time is up."
"Ah, suddenly hungry, let's go have breakfast." Camillali got up from the floor, pulled the skirt that ran up, and walked toward the door.
"What is she in her heart?" Irina’s eyes picked up slightly, and she was curious.
Camilla opened the door and looked at McGon standing at the door. He glanced at him, walked past him, and lifted his leg to step on his instep.
"???"
McGonagall took back his foot in time, and looked at Camilla's back with some incomprehensibility. Is this woman's getting angry so scary? I just came to ask them to have breakfast.
As soon as McGonagall turned back, a pillow flew up and squatted on his face.
Reaching out and taking the whole head, Irina stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile and laughing: "How many times is this?"
"Frankly wide, resisting strictness." Amy came out from behind and found a head, some old-fashioned said.
"Oops." Meg was in a panic. He didn't expect the backyard to fire so quickly. He thought that he had arranged well. He didn't want to be smart and clever. Most of the time, Camilla's last stay was shaken.
"Second time, last time she was drunk, I also arranged her to sleep on the floor." McGonagall, anyway, he really did nothing, conscience.
Irina stared at McGonagall’s eyes for a moment, put away the folding chair in her hand, stretched out and asked,
What do you eat in the morning?

McGonagall looked at the graceful curve of Irina's tight pajamas, and she was relieved. It was a confession and a smile. "As long as I will, what do you want to eat, I will do it for you."

Irina’s mouth smirked a smile and thought about it.
A sweet bean curd, a Yangzhou fried rice, a bowl of soy milk with a fritter.

"I want the same one." Amy raised her hand.
"Well, you wash it first." McGonagall nodded, then turned and went downstairs.
McGonagall went to the kitchen door and saw Camilla wearing his hair and standing at the door with a glass of water to think about life.
"Are you alright?" McGonagall looked at her and asked her to hear about her experience of being forced to marry twice in a row last night, and let him have a little more pity for the seemingly powerful countess.
Camilla heard the sound and suddenly looked up and looked at McGonagall. He was a little nervous: "What? Irina knows we are asleep."
McGonagall: "???"
"No, how do we sleep? Girl, you are responsible for speaking, you can't just insult me." Meg's eyelids jumped, is it so scary early in the morning?
Camilla also realized that her statement had a problem and quickly waved: "No... I mean, she knows that we are sleeping in the same room, but I am a clear white vampire."
"I am still a clear man." McGonagall rolled his eyes, but also convinced the girl's brain circuit, reaching out and holding her somewhat uncomfortable shaking shoulders, looking at her eyes: "Remember, we Nothing happened between you, you just slept on the floor, so you don't say, she doesn't say, no one will know."
Camilla looked at McGonagall and calmed down, then he was annoyed: "Slag man!"
"Ha?" McGonn looked at Camilla with a strange look. She was sleeping on the floor. How did he slag?