Chapter 1259 Asking for help
"Sorry, my home is nearby, could you please give me a ride?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the streets alone."

Sleeping on the street is fine, it's raining now, it's winter, and the man has to go to work tomorrow...

The man didn't want to be found lying dead on the street by people who wake up early, then be stared at, pointed at, and become the topic of conversation after dinner.

Maybe he will have to endure the unpleasant smell of disinfectant in the hospital and spend a lot of money.

I also need to take leave.

Even though his salary is not deducted for sick leave, his perfect attendance record will be lost.

It's almost the end of the month.

He had a splitting headache, and a lot of things flashed in his mind, telling him that he must grab the "life-saving straw" in his hand.

"Come on, it's really just a few steps away."

He suppressed the churning in his stomach and used all his strength to try to plead gently.

There was even a hint of pleading in the weak tone.

……

The Rain Master's concubine's white pupils fell on the drunken human. Even though it was used as a pole by an adult man and was bearing all the other's strength, it did not move at all.

It glanced at the human hand that grasped its shoulder.

Shivering violently.

It seemed as if he was about to let go in the next second, and then fall to the ground.

There is no need to know how it moves.

……

There was a strange light in its eyes.

It's not like it hasn't encountered humans who can see it.

However, this is the first time that I have encountered a human who dares to touch it like this.

It's quite novel.

There was no anger or offense.

Probably... because the other person is a drunkard who is unconscious.

It was unwilling and too lazy to argue with a drunkard.

I also knew that this drunk had no ill intentions.

Moreover, an expression that could be called a smile slowly appeared on its calm face. This human probably didn't know who he was asking for help from...right?

It was a little curious about what the drunk would look like after he sobered up.

……

"Just keep moving forward."

He didn’t know if it was because he was too drunk and didn’t hear it, or if the other party didn’t answer him, but since the other party didn’t push him away, he took it as the other party’s consent.

In order to prevent the other party from regretting his decision, the man hurriedly pointed the way for him.

He felt the other person turn around and his hand fell from the other person's shoulder.

His entire body was about to fall down.

He waved his hands around, trying to grab something nearby.

Then, he really caught something.

To be precise, the other party grabbed his arm.

……

He felt that his current posture was somewhat indescribable.

Like a chick being carried.

However, he should be grateful if someone is willing to send him home, and as for other things, he should not ask for too much.

Moreover, the opponent is really strong.

He felt like he had no strength left, but the other person was dragging him forward steadily.

He was on his tiptoes, literally being dragged.

Is the other person a big, burly guy?

Although he is thin and of average height, he is still an adult man after all.

The weight is certainly not light.

But in the other person's hands, he was like a light rag doll.

His hanging hands couldn't help but move slightly.

However, the other person's shoulders are clearly not strong.

He thought this kindhearted person was a girl...

"Ah, wait!"

The red car he caught a glimpse of from the corner of his eye made him shout out hastily.

If he remembered correctly, the red car was parked downstairs of his house.

……

He raised his head, squinted his eyes and tried to take a closer look. Then a happy smile appeared on his face. "It's this building."

"My home is on the second floor." When he mentioned the floor, he seemed inexplicably justified.

Because if he lived on a high floor, he would be too embarrassed to ask others to take him upstairs.

It was late, and even if he was drunk, he couldn't bring himself to trouble others with such a clear conscience.

Fortunately, the house he rented was on the second floor.

He was secretly proud of his foresight.

……

When he saw the door of his house, he breathed a sigh of relief.

finally reached.

He inhaled slowly and stood up slightly straighter.

Hands habitually reach into pockets
Then he found that the fabric of his trouser pockets was stuck together tightly because it was soaked by rain.

It dawned on him.

Being "dragged" back all the way, he almost ignored the fact that it was still raining.

Wait, the kind-hearted person has to "drag" him, so isn't it inconvenient to hold an umbrella?

Wouldn’t the kind-hearted person also be soaked?

Thinking of this, he wanted to turn his head anxiously, but the sudden movement made him dizzy.

"Huh~"

He lowered his head and gasped loudly.

The miserable appearance made him a little irritated.

He took a deep breath, no longer in a hurry to check on the kind-hearted man, but instead focused on searching his pocket for the key.

Let some kind-hearted person tidy up the house for a while.

At least it would be good to wipe your face with a towel.

His original plan was to let the kind-hearted person leave when he arrived at his doorstep.

After all, I have wasted the other person's time, so he must be in a hurry to go home, right?
But now, he might have to delay the other party for a while.

……

"Click~"

The man pushed open the door.

The room was dark.

He wanted to turn on the light, but he was unable to do so.

Then he was stunned.

The kind-hearted man did not stop and walked straight forward with him.

The man half-collapsed on the sofa, looking at the darkness in front of him. He blinked, and his eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, could vaguely see the outline of the lamp on the ceiling.

The kind-hearted person has very good eyesight.

He sighed.

The familiarity he showed just now was as if he was at home.

It didn't hit anything.

He turned to look at the kind person standing next to him, "Thank you, if it weren't for you-"

His voice stopped abruptly.

"…Non-African?!"

After a few breaths, a surprised voice was heard.

The man was stunned.

Could it be that I am drunk and my eyes are blurry?
But how could anyone make a mistake with this dark skin color that almost blends into the darkness?
He is dazzled, not blind!

Could it be that a foreign friend helped him?

The man felt that his chaotic brain was awakened a little by this unexpected fact.

There were Chinese people all over the street, how come he just happened to pick up a foreigner?

And it’s really a girl.

Such a great strength...

He smacked his lips.

I wonder if she can speak Chinese?

Thinking about how he had forced someone to take him home...

He thought the other party agreed.

Didn't you understand what he said at all?

The situation was so embarrassing that the man felt sober.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead hard.

Close your eyes and open them, close them and open them again...

He's a terrible English speaker.

(End of this chapter)