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.”

welcome.” I suppress my

down the road, I sit

that meat kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious.

the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart,

use the kind that were frozen for god knows

pineapple

I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point

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

I rub

I start to have

control myself!

only indulge myself once a

I’m in a dilemma, I

to proper nightlife. He has two

at the same time, the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head and casts his gaze at

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

the f**k are you

tell me that you got

advancing nor retreating. He seems to be embroiled

I don’t see

standing up and walking

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

I don’t mention the fact that

know when to joke and

expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I

wind nearly scatters his voice

road to

country are you from?

man hesitates for a moment

no wonder. Which ethnic group are you from? How should I address you?” I’m

to my side and falls silent

Bai[1]. My name

nice name, just a

superficial joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart.

Lin, or

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward before turning

wrong. Over here.” I

a primary

turns around and follows me to take the

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