Crazy Deal's

Lick Tongue

Not everything you think is beautiful ends beautifully. And vice versa

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"What are the initial symptoms?"

Isabell's delusion collapsed instantly with the sudden appearance of a voice. A voice that he could instantly recognize who the owner was.

Oh my God, why do the men in this house love to show up all of a sudden.

This time Isabell did not turn around with vigor. He was reluctant to look. His frustration with Darren has not dimmed at all because criticizing the way he dresses also calls himself a pluto creature.

"There has never been an incident in this house someone laughs crazily for no reason. You better see a doctor." Darren passed by and passed by.

"Excuse me," Isabell stepped up to follow him, but the man continued his steps. Not calling Isabell.

"Did you just call me crazy? People with mental disorders?" Isabell held Darren's hand, forcing the man to stop. Darren removed his hand from Isabell's grasp by reflex, until the action looked a little rough.

Darren's subsequent actions show that he does not like Isabell's touch. The frozen man patted his arm where Isabell landed his hand, like he was getting rid of dust.

Seeing this, Isabell's mouth fell. It was obvious that he was offended, but did not know what to voice his silence was like. The way Darren looked at him had already made his guts growl for a moment.

What is with this man in front of her? Why Darren was being hostile towards him. What's problem? He did not expect Darren to be friendly with him because he would not be friendly with the man either. But that does not mean Darren must be arrogant like this and casually throw taunting words.

"What did you mean?" Isabell crossed her arms, her chin deliberately raised as an attitude of resistance to the man. Isabell does not like to be underestimated. The way Darren looked at her reminded the way the people in the palace underestimated her. He doesn't like it. Whether someone's appearance becomes a benchmark to deserve to be treated with courtesy and dignity.

"Known?" Darren looked at his watch, showing that he was in a hurry, there was no time to attend to what he thought was unimportant. Look how disrespectful he is.

"Yes, what did you say a few minutes ago about me laughing?" Isabell confirmed the hilt of his glasses, a reflex movement he was unaware of.

"Then?" Darren rubbed his nose, his eyes going up and down noticing Isabell's appearance.

"Then?!" Isabell repeated the word with great emphasis. That's not the response he expected to get out of Darren's mouth. Explanation is what he needs.

"I'm in a hurry." Darren opens the car door, but like a ninja, Isabell jumps like a ninja in front of Darren, pushing the car door shut.

"You think you're the only one in a hurry!"

Darren snorted to hide his surprise at Isabell's lightning attraction.

"After saying I'm a poorly dressed alien, then you casually call me crazy?!"

"Don't slander." The man's casual response further burned Isabell's emotions. A fitnah?

Hey, I'm the one who was humiliated and openly mocked. Why did this bully scene turn into a slander?

The eyes that cast a mocking look were instantly bought. Isabell saw the corner of Darren's lips twitch faintly. Whether true or just imagination. Because as he watched more closely, the man's expression had already returned flat.

"Sillet sharp? It's excessive. Lightning?" Darren cleared his throat, then continued. "What do you know about shiny tongues?"

"What did you say?!" Isabell was suddenly confused. "I'm saying you're a master of tongue-licking, not tongue-licking." I don't know why the two sentences sound so different.

"What's the difference?"

"I can't find the difference." Isabell shook his hand. "Why do you call me crazy and that's not bullshit. I'm not slandering you."

"I didn't call you a badly dressed alien." Darren's speech was inversely proportional to the way he looked at Isabell who seemed to justify the statement.

"You and your man's friend, in the room..."

"There's no such sentence that I've thrown out of my mouth," Darren interrupted him and it sucks, genk!

"You criticize the way I dress. Called bad!"

"I'm just saying that Lexi won't dress the way you dress."

"You call me an alien!" Isabell didn't want to lose to corner Darren. He must get an explanation for Darren's underestimating attitude.

"I didn't say it." Still with that calmness that makes the soul emotion.

"You're saying I'm from Pluto, it's the same as calling me an alien!"

"Blame Beth then. He asked about where you're from."

"You're gonna have to call my address."

"And you think I know your address. Get out of the way, I gotta go."

"You shall answer it on earth!!"

"You can tell it straight to Beth. I'm late."

"Why did you mention..."

"What if you'd better get back inside. Dinner will start soon. Your unanswered question, we'll solve it later."

"Why do you call me crazy?!" Isabell placed a hand on Darren's car door to block the man from opening it.

"What's his name if it's not crazy. You laugh for no reason." Darren pushed his body away from the car door. "You're wasting my time."