Sitting on a stone chair, away from the crowd, is to avoid those eyes, which are either hot, cold, or sharp.
I, I, I... How can such a fragile little sweetheart like me endure this!? It's better to stay away.
I was bored when I suddenly heard a strange sound.
"You brat! Just don't say anything! Well? Stop pretending to me!"
How does this look like a scene from a TV series? I was curious again, so I leaned over the corner and looked over there.
A young man in black clothes with slightly long hair, covering his left eye, was being pushed by three or four arrogant boys.
He neither fought back nor evaded. There was no expression on his thin and handsome face. His beautiful eyes were only half-opened, but they were full of mysterious aura, making people want to find out.
"Damn it!" A boy cursed and spat on the ground, "You brat, it's just like the rumors say, you can only say one sentence in a thousand years! Damn it, I have to make you kneel down and beg for mercy today!"
As he was about to hit him, he was stopped by a boy next to him, "Forget it, the third child, isn't he just a woman? What's the big deal? Just think of it as a gift from us. There are so many girls, I'll find them for you again.