Speechless
City H is not very famous and not very rich, but I like it here, after all, this is where I grew up.
At night, it's very lively here, with many street stalls and snacks, which is very suitable for ordinary people like us.
I sat bored at the edge of a small food stall, sipping freshly squeezed juice, my big eyes rolling around, watching people coming and going. For the 103rd time, I sighed, "Alas! Is something wrong? These two boys were supposed to be back by now, were they kidnapped by a turtle or what?"
At this time, the stall next door had a dispute and was quarreling loudly. I quickly turned my head around, ah, finally it won't be so boring, can watch some good show (clap hands for the misfortune of that woman~~).
I saw several young men sitting next to the stall, each with hair dyed in different colors, and wearing strange clothes, which made me think of a certain kind of person.
Just as I was enjoying the excitement, a red-haired man from the neighboring stall finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up an empty beer bottle and smashed it to the ground. Judging from this situation, it seems like they're going to fight.
For the sake of this country's pillar, the motherland is not so innocent a sacrifice, I, girl, have foresight to sit on the other side.
At this time, a blonde woman slowly walked to the side of a bald man and sat down. She was wearing a suspender low-cut top, with most of her back exposed, and a short skirt that revealed her orange underwear with Doraemon on it. I almost couldn't help but spit out the juice in my mouth, damn, sister's outfit is really something special.
She said in a nasal tone, "Red hair, what do you want to do? With so many people still thinking of fighting, it's not going to work." As soon as she spoke, the thick layer of powder on her face started falling off with her facial movements, and I almost convulsed. I thought to myself, oh my god, big sister, auntie, grandma, you wouldn't have poured the whole box of powder on your face, would you?
