I own you a love

The bright sunlight of summer strongly shines down through each leaf, heating the whole road. Sometimes only a light breeze passes by, bringing a feeling of refreshment, cooling everything. In the midst of the bustling flow of people, the mixed sounds blend together like a faulty, noisy, headache-inducing symphony. Under the shady green camphor tree, a small girl with neatly tied hair was staring at the phone in her hand. Her willow eyebrows never dilated, helplessness gradually spread across her delicate face. Mila Evans sat down on the chair and sighed. God really knows how to tease. She was born and couldn't understand how she could use the Google maps app. Mila Evans raised her eyes and glanced at the busy flow of people. She hesitated, not knowing who to choose to ask for directions. She doesn't know anyone. Suddenly, starting a conversation with others makes Mila Evans feel uncomfortable. But what to do now...she is currently stuck in a dilemma. Forward is dangerous, but backward is not. She sighed, looking away boredly. Nearby, not far from her, a tall figure suddenly appeared. As the jet-black eyes moved, that figure entered the field of vision. From his jet-black hair to his white skin, he exudes a gentlemanly aura from that person. He leaned against the big shaggy camphor tree, turning his back to the bustling flow of people in the crowded streets. That son seemed to want to separate himself from the common world, to isolate himself from others. His face was slightly down, looking down at the glossy black phone in his hand. His legs were crossed, revealing his white ankles beneath the hem of his flat, unwrinkled trousers. Mila Evans sat up straight and tilted her head to look. From her position came to him, neither too close nor too far. Through the gap in the frame of his sunglasses, Mila Evans could glimpse long black eyelashes. His eyes are also very beautiful. Putting aside the matter of appearance, Mila Evans began to hesitate again. Should she go over there and ask him? Mila Evans the devil and Mila Evans the angel, each of them gave very convincing arguments that made her head buzz. The confusion thus increased by one level. Every time she was stressed and restless, Mila Evans's respiratory system was harassed, making it difficult for her to breathe. Mila Evans patiently glanced at that person again. He lifted the phone to his ear, his thin lips moving slightly. Judging from his facial expression, she suspected he was mentioning Milky Barkery. Mila Evans was half happy and half worried. While she was still trying to stabilize that annoying respiratory system, that man was slowly approaching, bringing with it the faint scent of mint mixed with a little fragrant w**d. Mila Evans regulates her breathing, her face shows some difficulties. He approached, didn't bother to glance at her curiously, just like that. Mila Evans bit her lip, quickly grabbed the sleeve of his shirt, which almost passed the bench. Feeling a weak pull, he was about to pull his hand away. - Can...can I ask for directions...to the Milky Barkery? Mila Evans interrupted the sentence a few times, in her heart constantly blaming the deadly respiratory system. Even talking is not good, what will he think of her? Damn it! Her honor! The sleeve of his shirt suddenly slipped from her hand, it made Mila Evans startled. The man didn't care at all, jerking his hand back. - Maybe. From the moment the smooth, ash-gray sleeves left her hand, hope in Mila Evans dropped to 0%. He did not have goodwill towards her, not willing to help her. Therefore, when these two seemingly ordinary words resounded, Mila Evans was surprised. He acts one way, speaks another. It's the kind of person who likes to go against the laws of nature. However, it doesn't matter what kind of person he is. Just that he is willing to help her is enough to make Mila Evans feel secure. - Thanks a lot! She quickly grabbed her backpack and stood up, following his every step. Mila Evans lowered her eyes and immediately fell into contemplation. His voice is neither too low nor too high, just revealing his masculinity, and exuding an imposing aura. She followed him, not knowing how many streets she had passed. Sometimes there are rows of romantic purple mausoleums, sometimes there are stretches of green willow trees. He walked so fast that Mila Evans didn't dare to ignore it, she only knew how to quickly follow. She can't blame her legs for being too short, she can only blame his legs for being too long. Mila Evans walked quickly. It wasn't until her legs fell apart that she could keep up with his speed. In the sweltering midday sun, the flow of people gradually became sparse. On the empty street, there were only two people walking side by side, as if so close but also so far away. She didn't know how many roads had passed before he stopped. Mila Evans propped her hand against the tree trunk, panting several times. She should be thankful that heaven and earth still love her so that she can live, or should she complain about leaving her through this kind of barbaric t*****e. Not far away, he leaned against a tree, the phone was placed next to his left ear. - Is there anything? After a sentence filled with a lot of lazy carelessness, he immediately took the phone away as far as he could. Mila Evans looked up startled. The shiny black phone suddenly rang with a hoarse voice filled with inner strength: - Unruly boy! Do you want me to die angry?! Mila Evans paid special attention to the two words, "unruly boy". Being able to force the person at the other end of the line to utter this phrase, it seems that he is not an obedient descendant. At least, that's what she saw. But the so-called surface can sometimes lead people in the wrong direction. That's why there is a saying: Don't look at the face of everything. He didn't seem to notice her presence, casually brought the phone close to his ear, tilting his head: - Probably.