I said "tsk tsk" twice, shook my head, and walked away with my hands behind my back.

Arecio:???

"Won't you give me a hand?" The psycho who was sitting on the instrument suddenly spoke. Even though Arecio disliked it, he still stretched out his hand and pulled him up. He found that the psycho's mood was too good, and when he left, he was in an unprecedented mood.

He said hello to Noah and Duff, like a winner.

"Go home." He put his hand on Arecio's shoulder naturally, paused for a moment, and then began to move down.

"..."

Arecio quickly grabbed his hand to prevent himself from being picked up again. He knew that the neurotic had no good intentions. The neurotic held his hand with his backhand. Arecio had experienced so many waves just now, and he suspected the neurotic and wanted to

What the hell are you doing? You're trying to pull away.

"I won't bother you anymore and go home."

Arecio felt the saint's fingers inserting into his fingers, a very tender interlocking gesture. Before he had time to think about it, he was already being pulled forward by the psycho, who was still asking questions.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

Where else could Arecio want to eat? All he could think about was that hand! Afterwards, he felt his cheeks burning up. He was not sure if his guess was correct, but he knew neurosis too well.

This kind of meaningless and tender action is almost insulated from neurosis. In his impression, neurosis is always the saint who seems to be isolated from the world.

But...hands...

Does Psycho also have a crush on him? It's not the kind of sympathy, not the kind of tacit understanding that comes from mutual understanding, but...

But the psycho didn't look back or take the initiative to bring up the topic. He opened his mouth several times, but in the end he was defeated by the feeling of shame.

He thought of the half-glued star ring.

How about asking... on the day of the carnival?

Watching the two people leave, Noah never imagined that he would soon be officially single. He smiled helplessly and turned to look at Darph. The moment their eyes made contact, they couldn't help but

They all laughed.

"It's still that time...uh...rehearsal..."

"Um."

"I'll change the script when I go back..."

"Um."

"You should get off work early, don't be too tired."

"Um!"

I don’t know why, but Dalf felt that such a normal conversation made her want to cry. Sometimes she would have some vague dreams, dreaming of walking aimlessly in a lively market when she suddenly saw

There were people gathered around, so I went to take a look out of curiosity.

The young and beautiful troupe actress saw a prophet sitting behind the stall, with his blind stick aside, holding a crystal ball and mumbling to herself matter-of-factly.

"Bang", smoke appeared in the crystal ball, and the crowd of onlookers exclaimed. The old woman who was making calculations clenched her hands nervously. The prophet slowly opened his gray eyes and announced excitedly that this woman was about to have a baby.

A marriage.

"However," the old woman hesitated, "my husband is behind you now."

The prophet's expression froze. Behind him, the angry old man raised his cane. The prophet quickly hugged his crystal ball and stumbled away. She laughed so hard that she could hardly stand. She felt sorry for this prophet whose divination was inaccurate, so she stepped forward.

Soft words of comfort saved the prophet.

The crowd dispersed, and the prophet stood holding the crystal ball, trembling.

"Thank you, Miss with a pleasant voice." The prophet was still immersed in the afterglow of fright, "I am not here to cheat money. Everyone in the market knows that my fortune-telling is inaccurate. They just come to listen to what I have to say.

He is strangely obedient, and I don’t know why he is so obedient. I don’t know why someone would be so serious.”

He finished speaking stumblingly, paused for a long time, and raised his head with a face full of shame.

"Miss, do you want to test your marriage?"
Chapter completed!