Lord of the Mysteries

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

down the road, I sit back

be delicious. Otherwise, they need to be marinated. Otherwise, it would definitely be dry,

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

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

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 simply wonderful in a way that cannot be

quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the point that I even neglect my

in this assortment of delicacies,

I rub

I start to have

to control myself! What if I

only indulge myself once a month—no, once

dilemma, I look up and see a

to proper nightlife. He has two bright

my

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are

that you

by the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He seems to be

around, but I don’t see any patrolling

a moment before standing up and

paid for the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss

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

person, one has to know when to joke

changes. After a few seconds,

go.” I

The wind nearly scatters

the road to the crossroads, I casually

from? You speak pretty good

man hesitates for a

Which ethnic group are you from? How should I

side and falls

Bai[1]. My

nice name, just a little feminine,” I

joke like this definitely doesn’t match the sarcasm in my heart. I’ve already given Bai Ailin

or Lyn

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward

That’s wrong. Over

are a primary

and follows