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

walk far down the road, I

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

this aspect, chicken skin is definitely the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork

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

of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find

I’m completely engrossed

take in this assortment of delicacies, the food in

I rub

the next second, I

to control myself! What if

I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once a

dilemma, I look up and see a

isn’t suited to proper nightlife.

sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

that

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

but I don’t see any patrolling

before standing up

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

you there?” I don’t mention

to know when to joke and

a few

go.” I turn and

you…” The wind nearly scatters

along the road to the crossroads,

country are you from? You speak pretty good

The man hesitates

you from? How should I

and falls silent for a

Bai[1]. My

nice name, just a little feminine,” I

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

or Lyn

Ailin ignores my joke and

Wrong. That’s wrong. Over here.” I

a primary

Ailin immediately turns around and follows me

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