There were seventeen or eighteen dishes on the table, each of which was carefully cooked, beautiful and fragrant.
It had to be said that Rachel was good at cooking.
Andrew and Rachel looked at each other from time to time and smiled at each other.
With a tinkle, the glasses clinked. As the red wine went into his mouth, the fragrance of his lips and teeth and the sense of fullness made Andrew unprecedentedly satisfied.
Under the candlelight, Rachel's long purple wavy hair was as delicate as silver sand.
Andrew felt a little drunk.
A grand mage whose magic power account was nearly 800 would get drunk after drinking a little red wine? If this kind of thing was spread out, he might be laughed at.
But in fact, the wine didn't make people drunk.
The wine might not make Andrew drunk.
But looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, he was naturally drunk.
"By the way, why are you a teacher in Law School? What's wrong with the Red Dragon King?"