Looking at the young man with bright red eyes, I snap to my senses. The first thought I have is:

What a waste of a handsome face!

After two seconds, I become somewhat worried.

Is this guy mentally challenged, or just simply mental?

Is he the type of person who easily loses his way to the point that a missing report pamphlet is handed out the very next day?

No, he answered me very fluently just now. He looks fine on the surface… Perhaps he’s just bad with directions? Woah! How can someone like this be allowed outside the house on their own? I hesitate for a moment before asking, “Do you have your family’s number? Do you need to give them a call?”

The man’s expression instantly turns extremely ugly, giving off the feeling that he wants to bury his head in the ground.

“There’s no need!” he answers firmly. “It was just a mistake. A mistake. I wasn’t focused, as I was thinking about other problems.”

“There’s no need to explain,” I immediately respond.

Trying to explain it just shows your attempts to hide things… I add inwardly.

Following that, I stand up, turn around, and point at the end of the road.

“Follow this path to the crossroads, then turn right, understand? Turn right.”

I move my right arm as I face the same direction as him.

The man gloomily says, “I’m not a juvenile.

“I’ll concentrate this time. There definitely won’t be a problem!”

I ignore his emphasis and instead remind him, “If you encounter any more accidents, you can look for the police.”

I originally wanted to mischievously say “Mr. Policeman,” but since he has already said that he isn’t a juvenile, I’ll just forget about it.

However, is this guy living in some stage play? His choice of words are quite literal!

Juvenile?

Using the term “primary school student” would be more down-to-earth!

The man falls silent for two seconds before taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

I suppress my urge to make a

road, I sit back down and enjoy

to say that meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it

can take

is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one

a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this

quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that

and an iced beverage. As I take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in

rub my

I

to control myself! What if I get

can only indulge

a dilemma, I look up and see

wearing a three-piece attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright red

to sense my gaze. He

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

me that you got

neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in

I don’t see

moment before standing

the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me

you there?” I don’t mention

person, one has to know when

After a

go.” I

The wind nearly scatters

road to

are you from? You speak pretty good

minority.” The man hesitates for a

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I

to my side and falls silent

surname is Bai[1]. My name

name, just a little feminine,”

sarcasm in my

or Lyn

joke and walks forward before

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over here.” I quickly

are a

around and follows me to take the right

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