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.”

I suppress my urge to make a

guy walk far down the road, I

to be delicious. Otherwise, they need to

that can take up the challenge. In my heart,

were frozen for god

with grease. Combined with a mouthful of pineapple and the chilling taste of beer, I find this summer evening simply wonderful in

completely engrossed in the food

take in this assortment of

rub my belly

next second, I start to have

have to control myself! What if

indulge myself once

I

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

to sense my gaze. He turns his head and

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

that you

stands by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating.

look around, but I

before standing up

the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t

I

person, one has to know when

man’s expression changes. After a few seconds, he whispers,

I

you…” The wind nearly scatters his voice from

the road to the crossroads, I

are you from? You

hesitates for a

wonder. Which ethnic group are you

and falls silent for a

Bai[1]. My name is

name, just a little feminine,”

doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin a feminine

or Lyn

joke and walks forward

Over

are a

turns around and follows me to take

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