Daddy, don't flirt novel Chapter 393

Expression is frozen on their faces for their male dignity’s been badly hurt, especially for Night. 5.

“Very likely. The boy in blue must be the top, and the down jacket must be the bottom…” Two girls pass by, while one of them is staring at Night. 5 and Mone curiously.

“Hold it down. They’d get embarrassed if they heard about it.” The other girl can’t help but risk another glance at Night. 5 and Mone, for they are such a handsome gay couple.

Is it the new norm that the handsome man should fall in love with each other? What’s for the girls then?

The two girls’ whispering is fading into the distance.

Shocked to death, the blood is visibly draining from Night. 5’s face.

Less overreacted than Night. 5 though, Mone gets a bit ashamed.

“What the…heck! What’s wrong with them? They should think I’m a…a whatchamacallit?” With blush filling his cheeks, Night. 5 is just too embarrassed and angry to speak the shameful word. He’ll never have a crush on men.

Isn’t it enough for a tough guy like him to be regarded as a gay? How can the girls even assume him to be the bottom?

It’s Mone who looks like the typical bottom. Are they blind?

“What’s wrong with their eyes? Even if I was a gay, a tough guy like me should be the top. Dumb bitches! Are they blind?”

The girls’ words really drive him crazy and he flies into a rage.

However, Mone’s much more composed. He pats Night. 5’s shoulder and jokes in words of comfort, “You might as well blame the bottom-potency they saw in you.”

He implies he’s more potent than Night. 5 to be the top.

Night. 5’s face is darker with another wave of anger. When he’s about to give Mone a slap, Mone suddenly says, “Look!”

Night. 5 pauses and looks at him impatiently. “Seriously? I’m not an idiot.”

Mone rolls his eyes and looks at him with distain. “Why should I bother to fool a less potent guy? Look over there!”

Night. 5 glares at Mone for his words and follows his gaze to the street opposite to them, only to get himself shocked.

Over there is a woman sitting in a wheelchair. And they recognizes her with her profile.

She’s Jamie Moore.

“Holy shit! Big Ice Cube, pinch me to assure me that I’m not dreaming. She, she…” Night. 5 can’t believe it. He thinks he’ll find anyone other than Jamie Moore, but it turns out they make it.

It must be a hallucination, for it’s too hard to find her.

Sparing no efforts, Mone pinches him at his request and confirms, “It’s true. That’s Miss Jamie sitting on a wheelchair.”

Too happy to haggle over the hard pinch, Night. 5’s eyes are glittering with delight as if he’s looking at a gem. “Let’s take her back.”

He’s walking across to the street.

Mone immediately grabs him and says seriously, “Don’t you notice the eyes on her in the dark? If we act rashly, they’ll hinder us, not to mention Miss Jamie’s safety.”

He’s right.

Night. 5 stops to look around, finding the guards hiding in the dark. What shocks him the most is the unique symbol of Gilbert family on their necks.