"Master, you don't have to worry. The longer the Ghost Doctor takes to get herself ready, shows how much she cares for you. Isn't that how the saying goes? Women dresses for one she likes, and this is all for you master! Otherwise, why would she insist on coming back to change just to go out with master."
Upon hearing this, Hell's Lord's heart skipped a beat, the hand that was holding his cup of tea shook so slightly it was not noticed. His mysterious black eyes looked over to the bedroom and wondered silently: Was she really dressing up for him?
Um, yes, otherwise why would she need to change just to accompany him for a walk? Woman dresses for one she likes, so to speak, she does care for him?
Also, women generally do not speak what they mean, even if they liked someone they would never admit it. Well, now he knew.
As he thought of all this, his heart could not help but look forward to it.
