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.”

my urge to

watching this guy walk far down the road,

order to be delicious. Otherwise, they

the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork

stalls use the kind that were frozen for god

Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of

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

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

nice… I rub my belly in

I start

myself!

near future, I can only indulge myself once

dilemma, I look up and see

suited to proper nightlife. He has two

sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are

tell me that you got

stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense

look around, but I

for a moment before standing up and walking towards the

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

take you there?” I don’t mention the fact that

to know when to joke and when

After a few seconds, he whispers,

I

nearly scatters his voice from

along the road to the crossroads,

from?

hesitates

Which ethnic group are you from? How should

to my side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1]. My

nice name, just

sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin a

Lin, or

ignores my joke and walks

wrong. Over

really are a primary

follows me to take the right

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