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.”

suppress my urge to make

watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy

that meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would definitely be dry, woody,

that can take

the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for

piece of condiment-infused chicken skin that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening

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 food in front of me

I rub my belly

next second, I

to control myself!

indulge myself

dilemma, I look up and see a

attire that isn’t suited to proper nightlife. He has

to sense my gaze.

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

that you got

retreating. He seems to be embroiled in an intense

I look around, but I don’t see any patrolling

before standing up and walking towards the

already paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the

don’t I take you there?” I

a person, one has to know when to joke and when

a few seconds, he whispers,

I

wind nearly

I walk along the road to the crossroads,

from? You speak pretty

The man hesitates

ethnic group are you from? How should I address

walks to my side and falls silent for

Bai[1]. My name

name, just a little feminine,”

in my heart. I’ve already

Lin, or Lyn

ignores my joke and

Over here.” I quickly

a primary

turns around and follows me to take the

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