Small theater:
The orange cat shook his beard and said in a serious tone, "I have lived on earth for so long, and I have met the person I like..."
Wang Yu couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, Orange, you must be Sichun, right?"
"Tell me, whose little female cat do you like?"
The orange cat glared at him fiercely and let out a low growl from his throat.
"It's the noble ragdoll cat in the community garden! Its snow-white hair, blue eyes, and elegant posture..."
As the orange cat spoke, he narrowed his eyes in intoxication.
Wang Yu suppressed his laughter and asked, "Then what are you going to do? Let me write a love letter for you and tie it to a mouse and send it over?"
The orange cat gave him a disgusted look, "Stupid! Does this prince need your low-level pursuit?"
"As a human being, you should have mastered a wealth of love skills, right? I want you to be my love counselor!"
Wang Yu almost spat out a mouthful of water, "Love strategist?! Me? Being a love strategist for a cat?!"
Intention: Love yourself
