'Don't tell me your female is into my type?'
At this thought, the Black Wolf Witch suddenly clutched the Beast Skin on his chest, his gaze toward Wu Yue turning defensive.
Wu Yue: "..."
'I don't know what you two just exchanged with that look, but it doesn't stop me from guessing what kind of inappropriate thoughts you're having from that ridiculous pose of yours.'
'How desperate would I have to be? To ignore all these strong, young Beastmen around and go for a washed-up old thing like you.'
"I'm afraid you have some kind of misunderstanding about yourself."
She thought it, and then said it quite frankly.
The Black Wolf Witch's lips twitched in embarrassment. He pretended to be calm as he lowered the paw that was clutching the Beast Skin on his chest. "I was just suddenly a little cold."
Wu Yue: "Heh..."
