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

down the road,

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

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

is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows

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

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

I take in this assortment of

nice… I rub my

the next second, I start to have

have to control myself!

future, I can only indulge myself once a month—no, once a

dilemma, I look up and see a

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

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

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

that you

roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He

but I don’t see any patrolling

moment before standing up and walking

the barbecue when the kebabs were delivered, so the lady boss doesn’t stop me from

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

one has to know when to joke and

changes. After a few seconds,

I turn and

wind nearly scatters his

road to the crossroads, I

country are you from? You

man hesitates for a moment

group are you from?

my side and

Bai[1].

a nice name, just a little

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

Lin, or Lyn

Ailin ignores my joke and walks forward before

That’s wrong. Over here.” I

are a

follows me to

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