Rogge couldn't refuse Barbillon's invitation, otherwise it would be too faceless to give her, not to mention just having dinner together, there was no need to excuse herself at all.

The little demon is too big to enter and leave public places such as restaurants, so Rogge went to the Zhenwei Pavilion on the food street alone on Saturday night to make an appointment. Barbillon, who is 1.72 meters tall and wears a tight-fitting purple and red robe, is already waiting for him at the door, this robe fits very well, and it outlines her mature and very plump beautiful figure well, so that many men who come in and out have a greedy light full of wolf nature in their eyes, if it weren't for the magic stick in her hand that revealed her noble and inviolable identity as a magician, I am afraid that many men will come forward to talk.

This is a high-end restaurant, its interior decoration is luxurious, all kinds of dishes on land, sea and air are complete, entering the private room, Rogge looked at the recipe, and whispered, "The two of us can just find a place to eat, why bother here?" The level of consumption here is too high. ”

Rogge is the prince, and he has long been tired of eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, but the delicacies in the market are more of his appetite, not to mention that he doesn't want Barbrento to be too expensive.

Barbillon laughed, "What's so much more expensive?" It was the first date for the two of us, so naturally it was going to be a little grander. ”

Appointment?

Rogge was a little dazed.

Barbillon added, "Don't get me wrong. I mean inviting you to dinner for the first time, and I can't make you feel like I'm not sincere. ”

"Okay, you can order food, I'm not a picky eater."

If it comes, it can only be safe.

Rogge handed the recipe to Barbilon and quietly looked at her while she was ordering, under the light, I saw that she was unusually plump but not bloated, with big eyebrows, delicate facial features, and a very smooth swan neck that was particularly eye-catching, but Rogge didn't dare to look at it more, otherwise it would be rude to be detected by Barbilon.

At Rogge's insistence, Barbillon only ordered four dishes and one soup, and asked for wine, Rogge said, "I don't drink, do you want to drink?" ”

"Today is a special day, let's drink less." ”

A special day?

Rogge was surprised to see the cake served by the waiter, and suddenly said, "It's your birthday?" ”

"yes."

Barbillon said, raising her glass, "Come, please wish me a happy birthday." ”

"Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you!"

The two clinked glasses and drank them all.

"Wow, this wine is so strong!"

Rogge couldn't stop smacking his tongue by the spicy.

Barbillon wondered, "You're drinking for the first time?" ”

Rogge nodded: "Yes!" ”

In fact, he drank for the second time, and the first time he drank it was just curious to taste it, and he spit it out immediately.

Barbillon said, "Then I'll have one cup at a time, and you halve it." ”

Rogge was a little depressed: "Don't you look down on me?" ”

Barbillon laughed, "I'm not afraid you'll get drunk." ”

Rogge thought about it and felt that admitting defeat was better than being embarrassed, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you cheers, I'll halve." ”

Barbillon nodded, covering her mouth and smiling.

But what Rogge never dreamed of was that Barbillon drinking wine was as refreshing as drinking water, a jar of two catties of wine, she drank three-quarters of the way and was not drunk, Rogge was already swollen, but his heart was surging no.

"Drink more?"

Barlon dismantled another altar.

"Okay, it's your birthday today, let's have a good drink."

"Refreshing."

Barbon poured a full glass of wine, and Rogge immediately raised his glass and said, "Come, I'll toast you." After saying that, he drank it all.

Barbillon smiled and asked, "Did you drink too much?" ”

Rogge felt a little too drunk, but there was also arrogance in his chest, "What's the matter, I can still drink, pour wine." ”

Barbillon poured him wine and smiled and said, "Rogge, can I ask you a question?" ”

Rogge nodded.

Barbilon seemed to be nonchalant, "Do you like Alice?" ”

Rogge was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and shook his head, he shook his head but didn't want to discuss this topic with Barbillon.

Barbillon asks again, "Does Alice like you?" ”

Rog shook his head again.

Barbillon raised her glass, "So, let's not talk about her, drink one." ”

"Here, cheers!"

Boom!

"Another drink!"

"No problem, come on!"

......。

After drinking the wine in the altar, Barbillon became more and more refreshed, and Rog sat there and could not find his way.

"Rogge."

"Well,...... Well."

Barbillon lay on the table, looked at Rogge with her hands on her cheeks, and whispered, "I like you." ”

Rogge's last little consciousness felt a little funny: "You...... What do you like about me? ”

Barbilon sighed, "I didn't know, I saw you for the first time on the day of school...... At that time, I saw you sitting there alone, and I somehow ran over and sat down, maybe you were too delicate. ”

Rogge smirked, "Johnson is more handsome than me, you probably didn't see him at the time, or else...... I'm going to find him."

Barbillon glared at him, and was not angry, "What I told you is feeling, you know, it's the feeling that makes you feel excited when you see each other at first sight......"

"How does that feel......"

Rogge said as he slammed his forehead on the table, unable to sit still.

Barbillon hurriedly got up to help him, a little distressed, but if it wasn't for seeing him drink too much, she wouldn't dare to confide in him!

"Gone!"

Barbillon helplessly helped Rogge up, and the two staggered out of the restaurant, his arm on her shoulder, his unsupportable head resting on her chest, making her ashamed to look at passers-by.

Naturally, the two of them can't go back to the academy in this state.

But she didn't know where his home was, and she didn't know where to send him.

It was difficult for Rogge to keep standing in quadriplegia, so she had to hug him tightly, "Rogge, you hold on, stand up!" ”

"Good ......"

Rogge stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to stay on his feet.

Bartolon's heart beat faster and regretted it, but the bitter fruit she brewed was only tasted by herself.

Look at an inn on the side of the road, and Barbillon helped Rogge walk in.