When two cups of mocha quilts, Solan opened the door to welcome guests with a bath towel around his waist.

"Your coffee, sir, and two pieces of cheesecake."

"Thank you, Mr..."

"Brati, sir."

"Thank you, Mr. Brati."

The fat chef really came to the door in person, holding two cups of paper-shelled coffee and cakes in the disc. What’s particularly interesting is that he even paired two candles.

Solan took the tray and smiled, "How do you know this is the candlelight dinner?"

The chef nodded politely and said, "Because I really can't think of any other reason to let the gentleman stay alone at this time, but he ordered a double meal... Well, this is a typical late-night snack, isn't it?"

Knowing in advance is the real skill. Solan now understands the evidence. His strong and toned chest is covered with sweat, and the entrance light is shining, and even the luster of essential oils can be seen. The essential oil smells pungent and rich enough, but it cannot block the chef's senses. It is a bit strange that sweat is not owned by men. Is he really strong enough to completely ignore the level of such exercise?

"So, thank you, Mr. Brati."

Of course, Solan did not make the chef delay his plan for too long. After thanking him again, he closed the door.

"Nina, have some dessert!"

A shout came from the bedroom: "I hope you can bring it into the house!"

However, Solan did not intend to take the order and took the tray to the living room square table: "If you want to leave the bed sheets full of scum and have no place to sleep tonight, then we will have a meal in the house."

There was a clamor, and then a serene sound. The door of the house opened when Solan opened a steaming coffee cup.

Nina changed into a white silk-free nightgown. Her pure melon-shaped face was full of literary temperament, but the fabric was paired with olive skin and beautiful legs, but she also had a different kind of sexy feeling. But because she didn't have time to take a bath, the essential oil instantly soaked the skirt with a limited fairy temperament and a full witch atmosphere. Solan laughed and gave a comment.

"It's not because of your bad idea!"

Nina sat at the table with a smile, feeling pretentious, but was also happy for her boyfriend's fascinated gaze. Of course, her breasts are not very big, and it is better to hand over the great task of resisting gravity to her, but now wearing artificial perspective clothes can still fascinate every man, including Solan.

"It's not my bad idea, it's because our chefs are too efficient. Come on, give you the cake."

Solan cut the cheesecake and teased, "This guy guessed what I was doing when I stayed in the hotel in the middle of the night. I guess he came up so quickly, just to find out."

"You can die!"

Nina was naturally amused by this flirting and blushed: "Let's find out? I guess if he really dares to take a step into the house, you will bite your neck in the next second?"

"Well, in terms of vampire style, it is actually more of a fight against the opposite sex." With the candle given by the chef, Solan gracefully cut the cake and discussed his fate: "Our great Gothic literature is not a decoration. If this situation really develops the story of vampire eating people, you should be standing in front of the door sexy and charmingly, seducing him in, and then biting your neck?"

"Wow, vampire Nina Greyrein?"

The pretty face under the candlelight is shiny and beautiful, and the residual essential oil reflects light to every inch of the skin. Nina ate a piece of cake, tasted a bite of coffee, and looked at her boyfriend with a smile: "Are it a zombie? In fact, vampires are zombies, just a group of zombies who like to drink blood. I should be right to say that?"

"History becomes legend, legend becomes myth, and never underestimate the ability of human beings to make stories. The reason why human beings can surpass other species is because they know how to unite and cooperate, and the premise of cooperation is to have the same worldview and values. Stories, especially myths and even beliefs, are extremely important for the early development of a race."

"The field of philosophy..."

Such a vast topic cannot be easily interrupted by Nina. Even though she has been in the literature department for three years, how can she compare to a living history sitting in front of her?

"It's really time to let Evans do contact you. This child is worried about the paper every day. If you have your guidance, SAT is just a form."

Solan took a sip of coffee, and the second-second slogan of the God-Choose was printed on the cup.

"Evans...he lives in the south of the city with your uncle and aunt now, right? Tacoma?"

Nina gave him a roll of her eyes: "I believe there is only one Tacoma in the entire Washington state, and yes, it is in southern Seattle, and it is the third largest city in our state. How about it, are you amazing? Are you surprised? Doesn't you feel incredible?"

"Just just started the topic... We were passing by when we went to Olympic Mountain."

"Oh yes, I was passing by, and then you forgot the address of our house now?" Nina refused to let go. Under the dining table, she kept holding Solan's calves: "My poor uncle and aunt, my poor parents' spirit of heaven, and my poor brother Evans, his elder brother forgot where he lives now~"

At this time, the rebuttal was seeking death. Solan understood the righteousness and just lowered his head to eat the cake and raised his head to drink coffee. Then, as expected, Nina finished the trouble and changed the subject herself.

"By the way, didn't you say, should I find a school for Arya recently? Have you figured out where to arrange it?"

Solan sips coffee. The God-Selected Person's ability to refresh himself is indeed unique, and the fragrance is extremely strong: "Don't think about Tacoma, but Evans seems to be studying in a Christian middle school now? What's the name? I remember coming to Microsoft headquarters, so just pull it down there, let vampires, not zombies, go to Christian middle school to study. Isn't that a joke?"

Of course, Solan was considering it from a safety perspective, but Nina nodded and pondered, not drinking coffee or eating cake, thinking seriously.

"Actually, this should be... more interesting, right?" She looked up and said, "Actually, it's the same where she goes to school, right? And in terms of danger, it's the same? With the same premise, it wouldn't be more interesting to study in Christian middle school..."

"You can pull it down!" Solan refuted without hesitation: "Oklahoma is not far from California. What do you think that Christian land looks like? It's true that religious groups are flying all over the sky, priests and nuns are walking everywhere, "Exorcist" and "Witch Carrie" and even "Soul Conjuring" series, where do you think the story is in the background? Christian middle school, it will be very painful to recite non-Christians. You let her go as a living zombie!?"

Nina shrank her neck: "That's why I feel..."

"It's fine if any other school is, Christian school, hum, for those lunatics, vampires and zombies attacking people, they are common sense! Evans went to school there, that boy is fine. You don't know what kind of virtues his classmates and teachers are, right?"

"Okay... you are right, you are right." A series of accusations came to his face, and Nina smiled bitterly: "The madman in the eyes of ordinary people is the first discoverer of supernatural phenomena. I understand, I understand, I take back the proposal. Don't be so excited."

After venting, Solan's excitement did drop a little, but he still curled his lips: "Excited? Can I not be excited? Christianity, you don't know the virtues of the Middle Ages. You shouldn't hate them, whether you say you are zombies or carnivorous vampires? That boy Evans, that boy Evans, if it weren't for his sake, hum..."

"If it weren't for his sake, you wouldn't have known him at all, okay, okay, I'm wrong, it's okay."

Nina knew what to do at this time. There was still cake and coffee left. She wiped her mouth, walked behind Solan, lowered her head and hugged her, and kissed her gently on his head.

"After eating and drinking, let's go into the house again?"
Chapter completed!