Junk Town of the Wasteland - 5

“…Oppa, are married women your type by any chance?”

Flora asked with an extremely cautious attitude.

Max felt a overwhelming sensation as his vision went dark. A sigh caught in his throat.

Because once a provocative image was attached to a Person, it wasn’t easy to easily shake it off with a single denial.

Even if he explained and Flora accepted it, there was a high probability it would remain as a faint impression, occasionally coming to mind.

“This is really driving me crazy.”

He felt a thirst that parched his throat.

However, Chili Oasis was a restaurant that charged for water. It was incredibly frustrating that he had to wait until the water was served.

“How that word came about is…”

As Max pondered which of the thoughts coming to mind would be best, and Flora waited for his answer, listening intently, Ellen returned with a wild dog after finishing her order...