Looking at his handsome face, I couldn't help but joke. "Did you use your looks to seduce the security chief?"
Jimmy spat water all over me.
"Yvonne, what on earth is going on in that head of yours?"
"So, what was the reason?" I asked, now feeling sorry for Jimmy, picturing the rotund security chief.
Did he make too big a sacrifice?
"I have a friend living in this community. I called him, and he called the security office to let us in," Jimmy replied, annoyed.
"You sure have a lot of friends!" I laughed dryly. The next second, I swung my hand and slapped Jimmy across the face.
7
Jimmy was stunned.
I held up the dead mosquito in my hand and awkwardly explained, "There... there was a mosquito."
There were indeed a lot of mosquitoes.
The crisp autumn weather brought out mosquitoes in the greenbelt who greeted us like long-lost relatives, overly enthusiastic.
Jimmy and I were squatting outside, feeding the mosquitoes, while York was sleeping soundly in his villa. This made me feel very unfair.
When I had been bitten by mosquitoes one hundred and one times, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up half a discarded brick from the ground and stormed toward the villa.