My nose was filled with the scent of Miss Lance. I didn't know what kind of perfume she used, but it smelled so good. She held Roland's wrist to prevent him from running away and smiled. "Where are we going for dinner?" The topic changed very smoothly and the body took a step back, as if the ambiguity just now did not exist. She let go of his hand, "Menqian Town?" "Okay." Roland and she turned around and started walking towards the school gate. After leaving the school building, there were more people around and the magic apprentices were walking quickly. Until leaving the school gate, there was a lot of noise and bustle. Small vendors crowded at the school gate, waiting for the arrival of the magic apprentice, mixed with many passengers and guards. Roland and Lance seemed a little out of place when they walked among them, like gamers wearing fancy clothes walking among NPCs. “Is there no restaurant you want to eat at?”
He felt that Lance was a little aimless, sometimes looking at the stalls and sometimes running to the street. Lance paused and smiled, "Yeah, I didn't have any specific goal. Is it the restaurant I like?" "Then let's go to the place I often go to." Roland felt someone accidentally bump into him, but he didn't move. The other person staggered, apologized repeatedly and left. In just a moment, the two people were separated by the crowd, and Roland and Lance were already separated by three or four people. Although they won’t touch my body easily, there are indeed quite a few people around me. When Lance stopped to wait for her, the people around him would move around her, leaving some space. He walked over and Lance grabbed his hand. "This way we won't be separated." "Ah." Roland did not refuse and let Lance hold his hand and walk in front. In the sea of people, long silver hair was blown by the wind as she came towards him. It seemed as if all the firelight had dispersed and the surroundings had become blurry. All that was left in my eyes was the woman's back, her nearly perfect upper body lines, her slender waist, and especially the coat that was personally tailored for her by the top tailor in the royal city, which tightly covered her above the knees. She ran forward, looking back from time to time with an intoxicating smile. Her long silver hair moved up and down as she ran, like the shape of the wind. Going against the flow of people, I entered a restaurant. Roland was already familiar with this, so he ordered some food and sat at the innermost seat. It's quite private here, at least there's no one behind or to the left. He sat on the outside, and Lance sat directly inside, unbuttoned his buttons, and stuck close to him. He directly covered the woman beside him, so no one else could see him at all, but he could catch a glimpse of the whiteness on her belly just from the corner of his eye. Lance smiled, uttered a pleasant "hum", and hugged his arms.
"Did you just see it?" "I saw it." Roland said frankly. "Does it look good?" "nice." "Do you want to touch me?" She leaned forward, her smile mixed with joy, "As long as Godwin says he likes me, I'll let you touch me." "....." Roland turned her head away and didn't look at Lance. She was not discouraged, but came closer to him. The silver-haired woman raised her lips, her smile full of confidence, "You really don't like me? Not at all? I don't believe it." "..." Roland didn't reject Lance, but he didn't know how to deal with the relationship between her and Se Lian. He always felt that Lance wouldn't like him, just for some reason... But, looking at those silver-white vertical pupils, is there really no emotion contained in them? "........" "You are so emotionally dull, Roland." Miss Lance stepped back a little, leaving him a way out. She raised her hand, asked for two glasses of wine, chatted with the aunt for a few more words, introduced him with a smile, and said that he was her boyfriend. Faced with the aunt's blessing, she agreed immediately and took the beer. "What's wrong? Don't you like me as your girlfriend?" "That's not the case." Roland took a sip of wine. "I just think it's funny. If you say that in the royal city, many Rodel knights will be sad." "You brought Se Lian back to the royal city, which hurt a lot of people's hearts." Lance clinked glasses with him. "Including you?" Roland asked. "Of course, you bastard, you don't know how sad I am." There was a smile in the corner of her eyes, and there was no sign of sadness at all. If it weren't for his sister's love for him, Godwin would indeed be a good choice. She won't compete with her sister for it. Unconsciously, there seemed to be a little sadness in my eyes. fleeting. She laughed again. "I really like you, Godwin." The last address was lost in the noise of the pub, without causing any ripples. Roland could only drink with her, and the two talked about many things. It seemed that only when they were alone could they talk about the time they spent together in the royal city. The wine flowed into their throats, and before they knew it, the two had drunk a lot of wine.
She seemed drunk and pulled Roland's arm. "I said, I asked you what you would do if you fell in love with someone else, and the answer you gave me at that time was very interesting." "..." Roland obviously didn't want to talk about this topic, but Lance continued. "Are you serious about that idea?" "Yes." Isn't it just about starting a harem? So what if I admit it. Roland knew that he was a bastard. He wanted everyone and didn't want to let go of anyone. Too greedy. Lance got a positive answer and laughed, "Hahahaha, can't that person be me? I've been confessing to you, but you haven't responded at all." "you're drunk." Both Roland and she knew that this little bit of wine would not make her drunk. But some things should be said under the influence of alcohol. She leaned on Roland's shoulder and whispered, "Hold me, isn't it okay?" "..." Roland put his arms around her waist. To him, For and Lance were more like friends in real life. After all, the two of them didn't have many roles in the original game, and there were no dialogue options. Malenia will even beat you while saying that she is Michaela's blade. However, among all the girls around him, Lance is definitely the one who confessed to him the most times. He couldn't help but call himself a bastard in his heart, but his hands still climbed up her waist. Lance smiled. The alcohol made her cheeks red, she smelled slightly of alcohol, and looked dazed. "You see, you still like me a little bit, am I right?" Roland drank his wine and said, "Stop it, you're drunk." "I'm not drunk, I'm sober." Lance unbuttoned his second shirt button and thrust his palms into his shirt. The cold fingers touched the hot skin, and the two figures seemed to be getting closer and closer. Chapter 132 Don't Say
Roland vaguely knew what Miss Lance wanted to say. He wants to escape. But, running away won't solve the problem. You can't just follow someone and keep shouting that you can't escape. He doesn't have Unit-01. The young man pursed his lips, his eyes were sharp, and he opened his mouth several times, but no words came out of his throat. Furl's feelings for him. After this meeting back in the royal city, it couldn't be clearer, wasn't it? He tied his long hair into a high ponytail, and his hands around Lance were a little cold. "do not talk." "Why don't you say it?" Lance's eyes were complicated and he raised his chin slightly. "I know what you're thinking." Roland didn't lie, he did guess it. As for whether I like Lance, I definitely like him. But he likes too many people. Reality and games are intertwined. If he had not played the game before, he might not have approached Se Lian and invited her to join the Haimo classroom. The game can be played many times, and everyone can get a happy ending. Realistically, no. It is not so easy for Roland to start a harem. Even if others agree, Se Lian has a strong personality and will definitely not agree. He would never let go. This matter should have been handled slowly, but Lance just wouldn't let it go. In the end how to do? Roland looked directly into Lance's eyes, his iconic vertical pupils of the dragon race, with a hint of warmth. In this situation, there was no need to confirm whether Lance liked him or not. At this time, smart people will keep finding excuses for themselves and justify their behavior. He sees more clearly. "I'm going to say it!" Lance couldn't wait any longer, and his sister's crying face appeared in his memory again. Since that little fool sister doesn't dare to express her feelings, let her say it. At worst, she could get herself involved as well.
"What do you want to say?" Roland bit his lip gently. "Confession? Or... A lie told a thousand times becomes true. Stop lying to yourself, Lance. Can you give me some time, and give you some time, and let’s not talk about it today.” The tavern's torch was stuck on the middle pillar, and the light spread to the innermost table. It had become dim and people couldn't see the surroundings clearly. The smell of burning torches wasn't bad, but it wasn't very pleasant either. But in this situation, Lance's face looked really ugly.