Now, to solve my private messes He watched the last class turn behind a corner. I must seek for Gingge's forgiveness, but how in hell am I going to do that.
He wanted to scream inside his head. These messes he'd created were too much for him taking a seat on the nearest bench.
Why do I have to think with my dick!
While lamenting, he noted a youth with an eerie stare. This man wore golden robes with white seams, the opposite to what the male Inner Court Disciples were donned in.
What's his problem? This youth's stare was one of pure rage. Wasn't he chatting with Ling'er earlier?
"Is there a problem?"
Ku Lo's body jolted. "Rin Tin Tin!" His eyes spun to look at his nemesis, who took a seat next to him like it was nothing.
"Nice to see you too, Ku Lo."
"W-why are you here?!" His upper body leaning away from her so much that he almost fell off the bench.
"Checking on how you are doing."
"Why are you here? Really."
