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 urge to make

watching this guy walk far down the road, I sit back down and enjoy

fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they

the type of food that can take up the challenge. In my heart, it’s better than pork

were frozen for god knows how long. As for the one I chose, I can be quite

with a mouthful of pineapple and the

isn’t bad. It’s refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food to the

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

I rub my

second, I start to

myself! What

can only indulge myself once a

I look up and see

suited to

the figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns his head

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k are you

me that you

the roadside, neither advancing nor retreating. He

I don’t see

for a moment before standing up and

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

you there?” I don’t mention the

know when to joke and

After a few seconds, he

I turn and

The wind nearly scatters

walk along the road to the

from? You speak

hesitates for a moment

group are you from? How should

to my side and falls silent

surname is Bai[1]. My

a nice name, just a

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

or

ignores my joke and

wrong. Over

a primary

Ailin immediately turns around and follows

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