Of course, Song Yun had been tired all day, and even if he wanted to, he didn't have the energy to do anything else. After eating some food and taking a bath, he returned to his bedroom.
Just as he sat on the bed pondering, the door was pushed open, and Wangcai wobbled in wagging his tail.
"Wangcai, why didn't you go out to find a bitch to play with tonight?" Song Yun sat at the head of the bed, petting Wangcai's head.
Wangcai laid down, his head almost level with Song Yun's bed. He glanced disdainfully at Song Yun as if to say, being the noble Snow Mastiff he was, how could he possibly go looking for bitches.
"Haha, you, you." Song Yun laughed helplessly. Wangcai then raised his head and gently licked the hand Song Yun had placed on him.
"Are you trying to tell me that my hands smell too strongly of blood?" Song Yun asked, tilting his head.
"Ao wu." Wangcai just gave a sound, then looked affectionately at Song Yun.
