At 6:45 PM, the floor-to-ceiling windows of Jinjiang Huating were tinted the color of orange soda by the setting sun.
Lin Ze sat cross-legged on the wool carpet in the living room, scanning the entire space with the radar-like gaze of a villain plotting a heinous conspiracy. In his hand, he clutched a pair of freshly removed socks—pure cotton black socks worn through three days of high-intensity use, currently emitting a biochemical aura strong enough to make mosquitoes detour.
"To be, or not to be?" he muttered under his breath, immediately correcting himself. "No, wait. To disgust someone, or to disgust them even more?"
Chapter 55