After the torture was over, Boluogo looked calm and composed, "It depends on the situation. If everything is suitable and the atmosphere is in place, this kind of thing will happen naturally, right."

"That's the case," Serei recalled his glorious history, "my fastest time was from acquaintance to marriage in less than three hours..."

Boluogo raised his hand to push Sere's arm and gave a gesture with his eyes. Sere's voice stopped for a moment, and the corner of his eyes glanced towards the stairs. Olivia was standing there with her hands folded, her eyes unkind.

After the incident in the Land of Eternal Night, the father-daughter relationship between Sere and Olivia has indeed eased a lot, but it has only eased. In daily life, Sere still has too many behaviors that Olivia cannot see.

I'm used to it, just like now.

"Ahem."

Sere coughed hard again, then hugged Boluogo's shoulders, "Come on, come on, I have some old wine here, which may be older than the history of Oath City Opos."

Boluogo said in surprise, "I don't know how to taste wine. Isn't it a pity to give it to me?"

"In the end, wine is for drinking, right?"

The two of them walked into the wine cellar, and Boluogo saw the spot where he had been stuck. He was really dripping with blood at that time.

After closing the door of the wine cellar, Sere asked again, "Are you sure? Are you ready?"

"I don't know," Boluogo shook his head, his eyes full of confusion, "Unlike professionals like you, this is my first time to experience this kind of thing."

Boluogo has always felt that Serret's wonderful experience can be published in a book. Whether readers are curious or really want to hear his wonderful philosophy, Serret will definitely become a best-selling author.

Serei sighed very palely, "Wow."

Suddenly, Sere seemed a little panicked. He rummaged back and forth on the wine rack, looking for faded and difficult-to-read labels.

"To be honest, I have thought about this day, but I never thought it would happen so soon, and it was you who took the initiative."

"What's wrong? Is there anything incredible?"

"More than that, it's really incredible."

Sere raised his head suddenly. He wanted to say something, but after racking his brains, he couldn't come up with a word that could describe Boluogo. In the end, he could only take out a dusty wine bottle from the wine rack and carefully

He wiped it well, wrapped it in paper, and handed it to Boluogo very solemnly.

"Should I say this is the miracle of life?"

"You've had enough!"

Boluogo reluctantly took the bottle.

After leaving the Undead Club, Boluogo did not choose to go home directly, but took a slightly detoured road to a nearby flower shop.

Borrogo originally planned to visit Afia's flower shop, but considering the distance and time constraints, Borrogo decided to choose the nearest one.

This time, Boluogo didn't wander around and tangle too much in the flower shop. He felt that overly surprising or solemn actions might bring unnecessary pressure to Aimu.

Maybe Aimu might be wearing casual clothes at this moment, sitting comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding fried chicken nuggets and French fries in his arms, with sweet sauce still on the corner of his mouth.

However, if Aimu, in this slightly casual state, sees that she is too formal, or even looks like she wants to invite a band to entertain, she will probably feel ashamed and uncomfortable, and want to find a place

seam, or drill into the seam of the sofa.

Borrogo was always thoughtful, so when he walked out of the flower shop, he only held a bouquet of carefully wrapped daisies in his hands.

"You should be more funny and romantic..."

Boluogo still remembered Irwin's instructions to him. At that time, he didn't pay attention to these words, but little did he know that it had penetrated into his soul and subtly transformed himself.

On the way home, Boluogo picked up the bouquet of daisies and smelled it gently.

The fragrance is very light, not strong. Compared with the roses that everyone often buys, it is obviously not grand and beautiful enough. However, this bouquet of flowers is not too ostentatious and can express his feelings just right. More importantly, this bouquet of flowers

It also has a different meaning for Boluogo.

From time to time, Boluogo would think of the sea of ​​daisies. Under the reflection of the sun, they seemed to be burning, gorgeous and colorful, like a huge fire opal inlaid on the earth, reflecting thousands of brilliance.

To put it bluntly, it was only after a long time that Bologg learned by chance that the flower language of daisies was secret love, and flowers that represented secret love grew all over Irwin's castle. Bologg was not sure that this was the flower language of Irwin.

Whether the writing was accidental or intentional.

No, with that guy's coquettishness, he definitely did it on purpose.

Irwin is indeed a wonderful guy. He composed his works, flowers, castles, and even his life into a love letter... to the devil.

It sounds both romantic and ridiculous.

Finally, no matter how much time Boluogo spent on the road, he came to the downstairs of his home. Looking up, he could see the light shining in the window of his home, and Aimu had already arrived.

At this moment, he glanced at the time on his wrist again and found that his arrival time was just right. He would not appear abrupt because he was too early, nor would he make Amu wait for a long time because he was late.

Everything is going according to plan, just like the pointer on a precise instrument panel, each step moves accurately and steadily without any deviation.

Taking a deep breath, Boluogo didn't know what he was nervous about. In the end, this was no different from an ordinary date. The only difference was that Boluogo would choose whether to further advance the relationship depending on the situation.

Then... return home.

When Boluogo unscrewed the door handle and pushed the door open, he was greeted by the aroma of food, and the lights in the living room were lit up, making it bright.

Boluogo stood there in a daze. He had been living alone recently. He had become accustomed to the darkness and lifelessness after returning home. Such a sudden change made him feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, are you off work?"

Aimu's voice came from the kitchen, and she poked her head out, wearing Boluogo's apron. The apron seemed a bit big on her body, hanging as lightly as a skirt, but it also added a bit of playful cuteness to her.

.

Bologna subconsciously concealed the matter about Belphegor, "Well, today's work is pretty easy."

"What are you doing?" Boluogo came to the kitchen and asked unexpectedly, "Can you still cook?"

Normally at family gatherings, Bologo would be the one cooking, and the others would only help. Over time, Bologo had assumed that the others had no cooking experience.

"Well... I'm still learning, I guess."

Aimu said, holding up an open cookbook. In Aimu's opinion, this thing was just like the instruction manual, and the steps were followed accurately.

"Wait a moment, it's almost ready," Aimu pointed at the coffee table, "If you're hungry, you can eat those things first."

Boluogo looked at the coffee table, where freshly baked French fries and fried chicken nuggets were already placed. The theme of tonight's date was movie watching, so there was no need to make it too formal.

"good."

Boluogo nodded, put the daisy bouquet into the vase that had been empty for a long time, placed it near the coffee table, then took off his coat, put on his slippers, and walked into the kitchen.

"I don't need your help," Aimu said without looking back, "I'm almost done."

Bologg stood behind Aimu and looked over Aimu's shoulder. Bologg then realized that she was frying steak. For a newbie in the kitchen, cooking such a simple thing is quite safe, as long as the heat is controlled well.

Not much of a problem.

Aimu, a professional who has no problem controlling thousands of degrees of temperature and smelting gold and metal, can't control this very easily.

"It's okay, you go about your business, I'll get some cups."

Boluogo reached out, reached over Aimu's head, opened the cupboard above her, and took out two cups from it.

"I got a bottle of wine from Serei. He said it tastes very good. We can try it."

"Oh, that's it," Aimu raised his head and asked, "don't you not drink?"

"This is a date, isn't it?"

Boluogo lowered his head, looked at Aimu with a smile, and said, "When a person's blood alcohol content reaches 05%, he will feel relaxed, excited, and more likely to feel happy."

"Easier to feel happy?" Aimu lowered his head and continued to turn over the steak, pouring the juice on it. "That doesn't sound like what you said."

"It's really not what I said."

"Who? The drunkard Sere?" Aimu continued, "It sounds like the philosophy he realized from his hangover."

Boluogo laughed and said, "No, it's a line from a movie."

"Wow," Aimu pretended to be surprised, "Have you picked out the movie?"

"That's right."

Boluogo rummaged through the pockets on the table and took out the movie that Leviathan gave him. He didn't know whether it was an ordinary movie or whether it contained some conspiracy images... Being treated like this by Leviathan

As soon as he did this, Boluogo felt that he was becoming a little suspicious.

"You go ahead and get busy, I'll change my clothes."

Boluogo untied his tie as he walked towards his room. When he reached the door, he found that his door was not closed tightly, but ajar.

Aimu entered his room while he was away?

Bologna entered the room. There was no sign that anyone had been there. He put on casual clothes. Bologna noticed the bag he put on the table.

Strangely enough, Boluogo became nervous inexplicably. He checked the bag and found it was intact. It seemed that Aimu had not noticed it. As for the ajar door, he probably forgot to close it when he left.

After changing his clothes, Boluogo sat on the bed and thought for a while. He opened the closet again, took out the fire opal ring from his coat, and hid it in his pocket.

Aimu's call came from outside the door, "I'm done!"

"coming."

Bologg straightened up his appearance and walked out of the room. Maybe because of his evil intentions, Bologg was a little nervous. He looked at Aimu and found that she was also a little nervous, but Bologg only thought that she was very nervous when cooking for the first time.

I was nervous, but I never thought that the other party was also up to no good.
To be continued...