Wunian gave Boathos a thwack with the white book in his hand, annoyed: "It's a fairy! A fairy! Not a yokai!"
"Oh, a fairy."
Boathos, who only seemed normal when Alramis wasn't around, nodded and curiously asked, "By the way, why do you keep sitting on my shoulder?"
Wunian casually scribbled in the book, answering nonchalantly: "Great view."
"But come on, I'm a grown man."
Boathos touched his nose helplessly, with a wry smile: "Even though I don't personally mind, don't you feel awkward, little lady?"
Wunian scratched her chin with a feather pen, glanced at Boathos, and said, "Aren't you married?"
"Yes."
"Aren't your kids about to start school?"
"Yes."
"You're harmonious at home and seriously henpecked, right?"
"Yes."
"You only like playing games, rarely leave home unless for work, and your body is getting a bit chubby, right?"
"Yes."
"Then that's settled."
Wunian clapped her hands earnestly.
"Settled what?"
Boathos scratched his head, bewildered.
