Lin Ze and Hu Tao sat on the stone steps, elbows on their knees and cheeks propped in their hands, watching Wade mutter to himself for half an hour. He kept saying things like, "Oh, God, that's so dark. Damn it, what if I really can't figure it out? Should I buy a penguin suit and try it on? Test out some shipping superstition?"
Paimon yawned and rubbed her sore eyes.
"Mmm... so sleepy... how much longer do we have to wait? Vanessa's already left. What's he still doing here?"
Lin Ze shook his head. "Forget it. Let's give him a little more time. Being compared to a toy poodle really did hurt Wade's pride."
"A toy poodle?"
"A wildly promiscuous dog you should hide your butt from the moment you see one."
No sooner had Lin Ze finished explaining than he realized what nonsense he was telling Paimon, and he bit his tongue in frustration.
He thumped his forehead and tried to cover for himself. "Pfft, no, no, no!! That's not right. It's just a cute little dog, Paimon. Don't read too much into it."
Beside him, Hu Tao clutched her belly and giggled.
Just then, the muttering Wade squeezed his way over from somewhere.
"Hey, guys, I need your help. What did Vanessa mean by putting my heart in the right place? Do you know?"
Lin Ze thought for a moment. "She probably meant she wants you to keep living your life properly."
"Something that shallow?"
Wade didn't seem particularly satisfied with Lin Ze's answer, so he turned his gaze toward Hu Tao.
"I think she still wants you to face the issue of your orientation. Speaking of which..."
Hu Tao smiled sweetly.
"The old carpenter at our Wangsheng Funeral Parlor is a true master of his craft.