Conflicting Feelings Under the Moonlight

"What's your drama there? Why do you need filters and effects?" I said. The corner of my lips slightly lifted.

His mind seemed like a video, so chaotic! The other day, he said he liked a girl who didn't like him back!

We're walking along the shore now. He looks frustrated. His hair is messy, and his face is slightly scowling.

"She's pestering me!" he muttered.

It's already eight in the evening, and the moonlight is our only source of illumination on the path we're taking.

"Huh? She's actually beautiful. As a sign of courtesy, couldn't you just talk to her?" I almost got nervous with what I said. I even emphasized it. It's like damn.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me a stern look.

"What?" he asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Do you want me to repeat it?" I said.

He sarcastically glanced at me.

"Shut up your mouth," he muttered.

I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. When I got into his car, I glanced briefly at the girl. I saw her wiping her cheek.

At that moment, I felt like slapping Xahel