As a result, by the time he had fiddled with the gasoline and drove out, Jessica's figure was already nowhere to be seen.
She must be the only woman in his memory who had seen his true face yet felt absolutely nothing for him.
He had never believed in love at first sight, but today he was a convert—what taste! He couldn't be less handsome than Little K, what nonsense!
Suddenly, two men of stark contrast appeared on the road. The one on the left was tall and handsome, with a well-proportioned body, clearly muscular, standing over six feet tall, with pale skin. His hands were in his belt loops, and he was dressed fashionably, damn it, even wearing wrap-around shades.
The man on the right was at most five and a half feet tall, with dark skin and a slender build. His already small clothes hung loosely on him, his pockets were pulled tight, and his somewhat greenish face was etched with determination.
