Kneading at my phone, for a moment, my mood was also a little gloomy, actually, what he said was wrong, everyone was changing, nobody was as pure as that version of themselves in the past, this is something that no one can do anything about, it’s just like how if you eat something, you definitely have to poop it out…… Don’t beat me up, please use a medical point of view to digest my analogy…… Uh…… The digestion I am talking about is to understand…… To understand.

I asked Jungkook, “Do you think I have changed? I’m not talking about outward appearance, (I’m talking about) my conduct.”

“You have.” He said indifferently, “In the past, you couldn’t finish a bowl of rice, now you can eat two bowls.”

This mister, you’re here to be funny, aren’t you……

I looked at Jungkook as if I was thinking about something, “For a time last night I suspected that you were being jealous, later on because of other reasons I forgot to ask you, so I’ll ask you now, were you being jealous last night?”

He kept a straight face, “I wasn’t.”

“You weren’t……” I scratched my neck and muttered to myself, “But Big Senior confessed to me over text……”

An emergency brake, I flew forwards, then was reined back in by the safety belt, the back of my head struck against the car seat and pounded loudly, “What was that for!”

“Red light.” He lifted his chin to indicate for me to look out of the window.

I raised my head and fixed my gaze on the red light for a while, feeling like it really looked like a pair of eyes of the devil, flashing in the air, only when I lowered my head did I discover that the mobile phone in my hand had disappeared. I turned my head to look at Jungkook, discovering that he was in the midst of looking at my mobile phone, his entire face full of disdain.

I was stunned, this action of his was too shameless, peeping at the phone text messages of an innocent woman in broad daylight, in broad daylight, ya, in broad daylight! I dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak out, ya, dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak out!

After a few tens of seconds, the light turned green, he threw the mobile phone back into my embrace, then used an ordinary tone of voice that also embodied slight disdain to make two evaluative comments that were brief yet powerful, “Senseless, what a hideous mess.”

Seeing him make such an evaluation so sternly from a place of righteous justice, I too began to examine myself deeply, it had been more than ten minutes since I finished reading the text messages, yet I was unable all along to discover their intrinsic essence of being senseless and being a hideous mess, I have sinned.

After two minutes, Jungkook asked me, “Are you thinking of how to reply his texts?”

I shook my head.

Roughly after another two minutes, Jungkook called me again, “Lalisa?”

“What?” I glared at him very impatiently.

He stuck up the index finger of his right hand that was placed on the steering wheel to point towards the outside of the window to my right side, “Someone selling tea leaf eggs.”

I, in a well-practiced manner, fished out three coins from the place in front of me that placed miscellaneous items, then pressed the button to roll down the car window, stuck out my head and my hand, “Auntie, six tea leaf eggs.”

“Hey, alright. Little young lady has gotten prettier again.” The auntie neatly packed the tea leaf eggs into a plastic bag while she praised me.

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