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

walk far down the road, I sit back

have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they

chicken skin is definitely the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my

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

grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling

refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely

iced beverage. As I take in

I rub my belly

the next second, I start

to control myself! What if I

the near future, I can only indulge myself once

dilemma, I

three-piece attire that isn’t suited to

my gaze. He turns his head

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

me that

advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled

I

for a moment before standing up and walking

barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss

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

to know when to joke and when not

expression changes. After a few

go.” I turn and

you…” The wind nearly scatters his

walk along the road to

you from? You

The man hesitates for a moment before

ethnic group are you from? How

walks to my side and falls silent for

Bai[1].

just a little feminine,” I

the sarcasm in my

Lin, or Lyn

joke and walks forward

wrong. Over here.” I quickly

a primary

follows me

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