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 make a

the road,

delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise,

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

to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite certain of its

that’s been coated with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the

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

As I take in this assortment of

nice… I rub my

the next second, I start to

myself! What

future, I can only indulge myself once

a dilemma, I

suited to proper nightlife. He has two bright

figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze at

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

me that you got

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

but I

before standing up

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

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

know when to joke

changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I

nearly scatters his voice from

walk along the road to the

from? You speak pretty

a minority.” The man hesitates for

group are you

my side and falls silent for a moment

Bai[1]. My name

a nice name, just a little feminine,” I

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

Lin, or

joke and walks forward before

Over here.”

really are a primary school

around and follows me to take the

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