Chapter 2

Kaylee, no wonder you couldn't win over Brad Stewart. Who ever heard of a fairy with such an embarrassing question?

Oh well, what had done was done. Anyway, the young man and I were strangers and wouldn't meet again.

"No." The pharmacist at the counter replied decisively. I bet she was thinking, even if I had it, I wouldn't sell it to you. Serves you right for having hemorrhoids.

"Isn't that it?" The handsome man next to me pointed to the bottom corner of the counter and said to the pharmacist.

I guessed the pharmacist must have been furious. Running into the young man and me in the middle of the day was just bad luck for her.

As we left the pharmacy, the handsome man laughed so hard he could barely stand straight. I thought he was mocking my hemorrhoids and felt he was an ungrateful jerk. I had just helped him out.

I shot him a sharp look, "What are you laughing at? You have mouth ulcers, I have hemorrhoids. Both are sores, just one at the entrance and the other at the exit. Who's more noble?"

He quickly coughed and explained that he didn't laugh at me. He just thought I looked cool standing up for him. "That pharmacist was so mad her eyes almost popped out." He introduced himself as Laughalot Walsh, and I almost burst out laughing. What kind of parents would name their child Laughalot?

Because of this strange encounter, we added each other on Whatsapp.

Ashton Wall asked me what my graduation wish was. And without hesitation, I replied, "Sleep with my crush." Then she said, for the sake of our four-year friendship in college, she'd arrange it for me and guarantee satisfaction.

On Halloween night, she spent two hours doing my makeup, turning me into a clownish Harley Quinn, then took me to a bar. She told me there was an role playing activity at this bar tonight and that my crush, Brad Stewart, would be there. She pushed me into the crowd and went off on her own.

Ashton was unreliable. Why didn't she tell me which character Brad was cosplaying? Among this sea of monsters and ghouls, how was I supposed to find him?

Although Ashton wasn't reliable. Her makeup skills were top-notch. Several people came to buy me drinks. At first, I found the fruit wine sweet and tasty, but gradually, I started to feel dizzy. The lights on the dance floor were too dazzling, making me want to vomit. I wanted to go to the restroom to wash my face and sober up, but a few masked figures blocked my way.

In the midst of the struggle, I ended up vomiting on one of them. Just as I was about to get hit, I vaguely saw a tall, handsome figure appear in front of me. Now I realized that Ashton was really reliable, even deliberately putting me in danger and then having my crush come to protect me.

A lifelong single at twenty-two, the thought of finally being with Brad made me chuckle. All the way, he asked where I lived, but I refused to say, forcing him to take me home.

As soon as we entered, without a word, I kissed him. Hmm, Brad was indeed tempting and irresistible. I nuzzled my head against his chest, but seeing no reaction, I awkwardly moved my hand from his collarbone downward. Just as I became more and more brazen in my actions, something seemed to hit my neck, and then nothing.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty room. My neck felt like it had a crick, too painful to move. The quiet room had only a note on the pillow, "Miss, drinking is not beneficial for the recovery of hemorrhoids."

Oh my gosh, were our actions so intense last night? Imagining Brad's face in my mind, I felt a bit embarrassed that my hemorrhoids was known to Brad.

As I left Brad's house, I got a call from my dad, which startled me. I felt like I was caught doing something wrong. I answered hastily, "Hello, Dad..." The sound of car horns blared from the other end, almost bursting my eardrums. I held the phone away for a moment before asking again, "Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, I just got off the high-speed train. My old comrade-in-arms are having a reunion tomorrow, and I thought I'd drop by to see you."

"Let me come pick you up."

"No need to trouble yourself. I'll come find you later. Someone's picking me up here. One of my old comrade-in-arms heard you're studying at the medical college. Funny thing, his son is also doing his graduate studies there. So we arranged to meet near your school. I'll call you when I get there."

With a click, the call ended, leaving me no chance to refuse.