One rainy night, I was walking alone on the street, and the cold wind and muddy smell around me rolled into my nose uncontrollably.
Just when I was feeling irritated, I saw a tall and majestic man standing at the corner of the street. From a distance, the man's complexion is dazzlingly white, his face is very handsome, and his clothes are tattered. They are not modern clothes, but more like clothes that have just come out of the filming location of a costume drama.
I didn't pay much attention and walked forward, but when I got closer to the man, my head hurt very much. Only then did I see clearly that the man's clothes were stained with wet mud and dark red unknown substance.
I was secretly scared, the midnight murderer, the Shura from hell, all kinds of signs appeared in my mind, and I panicked a little, well, a hundred million points.
I took a deep breath and calmed down. Just when I thought everything was fine, the man suddenly grabbed my hand, his eyes were red, and his voice was slightly trembling and panicked: "Madam, I finally found you."
Huh? Who? Who is the lady? I am a grown man, brother, you are... A bit inappropriate, right? I smiled awkwardly at him: "Well... I'm not your wife, I'm a man. You got the wrong person, please let go of your hand, okay?" Sometimes, I really admire my courage to talk to this kind of person in this situation.
He remained silent, his hand still holding me tightly. I was impatient and tried hard to break away, but to no avail, he was too strong.
Just when I was worried about how to deal with this situation, a two-wheeled vehicle drove towards us and went through the man's body with a "didi... Didi" sound.
I thought it was because I was dazzled, so I rubbed my eyes, and another bicycle passed by. The boy on the bicycle scolded me for being crazy for standing at the intersection, and gave me his middle finger. Okay, I encountered a ghost, someone come and save me!
Attacker: Zhai Mingqi, recipient: Bian Hua
XP Attributes: Crying in the early stage and criticizing coldly in the later stage vs. A young social animal with a bad temper.
Intention: A bitter fruit is also a fruit