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.”

my urge to make a

down the road, I sit back down and enjoy the

kebabs have to have fat in order to be delicious. Otherwise, they need

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

the chicken skin’s quality is hard to guarantee. Some barbecue stalls use the kind that were frozen for god knows

of pineapple and the

refreshing and quenches my thirst… I’m completely engrossed in the food

in this assortment of delicacies,

rub my belly in

second, I

I have to control myself! What if I

the near future, I can only indulge myself

in a dilemma, I look

suited to proper

figure seems to sense my gaze. He turns

Me: “…”

Him: “…”

f**k

me that you got

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

around, but I don’t see any patrolling

moment before standing up and

were delivered, so the lady

there?” I don’t mention the fact that he’s

has to know when to joke and

a few seconds, he

I

The wind nearly scatters his

walk along the road to the crossroads, I casually

are you from? You speak pretty

a minority.” The man hesitates for

group are you from? How should

side and falls silent for a moment before

Bai[1].

name, just

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

Lin, or

my joke and walks forward before

wrong. Over

a primary school

and follows me to take the

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