Chapter 1712

I never thought that Darren would also come to look at the moon.

He saw me come back to my senses and smiled.

I backed away vigilantly; he didn't force me to stand over, but whispered: "I was a playboy before I transmigrated; how about you?"

A playboy?

I saw his appearance and really couldn't put him together with those unrighteous rich kids.

I subconsciously said: "I was a receptionist before I transmigrated."

He smiled.

"Is it good-looking?"

"Not good-looking, it's extremely strange!"

I thought of his scumbag attributes and hurriedly said.

He rolled his eyes.

Not to mention, with his looks, even rolling his eyes is quite cute.

But I guess he has never done this in front of anyone else.

What a little scumbag!

In this atmosphere, I even felt that the two of us were the closest people in the world; I even wanted to ask about his cheat.

But after I had this thought, I immediately shrank back like a turtle.

Am I crazy?

I don't trust him; why should I let him trust me and tell me those things? My reflection was expressed on the outside as silence.

He didn't comfort me, but continued to smile and say: "Alright, if you have nothing to do, leave quickly; Luna is coming, and I need to strike a pose."

My mouth twitched.

I really wanted to ask him: you really won't die from exhaustion?

But I also felt that saying such things was strange, and it sounded like I was jealous, so I snorted coldly and wanted to turn and leave.

But a bowl was thrown into my arms. I looked down; it was two sweet rice balls. Did he make them specifically for me? But I felt it was unlikely. Yet I wanted to cry again.

I am always such a waste.

I squatted on the ground and stuffed the not-so-delicious sweet rice balls into my mouth with a big spoon.

Darren was still striking a pose at the window.

He looked especially melancholy; who would know that one of his hands behind his back was pressing on my head?

No way, eating someone else's sweet rice balls, I couldn't stop him from flirting with girls.

I rebelled without any ambition.

When I finished eating, I prepared to stand up, but he was still pressing on my head; I glared at him in anger.

Is there no end to it?

"I won't disturb you, I'll leave right away!"

I said quietly, not daring to disturb his posing.

"Wait a moment, Luna will be gone soon!"

He didn't let me go; I guess having my head as a support point was enough for him to make some ethereal movements.

Really... how dog-like!

Darren Potter, you are truly a dog!

I asked speechlessly: "With you looking like this, and acting like a saint, you didn't get a 'Saint Father' system, did you?"

After saying this, I regretted it a little; I was afraid he would think I was prying into his information.

I shouldn't have said that.

But he didn't care, instead raising an eyebrow: "Your IQ can guess that?"

What's wrong with my IQ?

My IQ lived well in that kind of family for more than ten years!

"Of course, I definitely can't compare to you, coming back covered in bruises every time!"

I blurted out. Darren was silent for a while. I thought he wouldn't explain.

But he still explained.

"Don't be afraid, I will eventually keep us alive; when my Saint Father value is enough, I will send you back."

My tears could no longer be controlled.

"Can I still go back?"

"Yes, believe me."

I believe him!

I have never believed in him so much! Because he gave me the greatest hope.