On this day, with nothing better to do, Lu Yuan looked back through the diary and realized in bewilderment that its contents could be summed up in five words: "Old Wolf's Whoring Chronicle"!
He was furious.
He put Snake Shedding Clothes on Old Wolf, covering up that damned organ of his.
"Awwooo!" Old Wolf looked utterly dead inside, baring his teeth as though he wanted to bite someone while struggling wildly.
"Look at your legs! You don't have an ounce of strength in them!" Lu Yuan cursed. "You start whining about being tired after walking twenty kilometers every day! Do you expect me to carry you?"
The orange Old Cat covered his eyes with his paws. "Lu Yuan, I can understand you."
"Over the past few months, you've told stories about pretty human girls 432 times. That's an average of four or five times a day."
"Whenever Old Wolf found a romantic encounter, you'd start rambling about all sorts of girls, reminiscing about the good old days... from classmates and teachers to the little sister at the milk tea shop, then the landlady at the clothing store."
"Even girls you'd only met once in passing got dragged out by you."
"I suspect you're making it all up. With your emotional intelligence, there's no way you could've had dealings with that many girls."
Lu Yuan had been hit right where it hurt. Veins bulged across his forehead.
Expressionlessly, he picked up a branch and unleashed a Lightning Five-Strike Combo on a large tree.
The crackling lashes frightened both dog and cat into silence.
"Don't you believe your comrade? I really did interact with that many girls! If we exchanged a few words, doesn't that count as interaction?" His terrifying voice was like a volcano from hell, capable of destroying the world