['I don't have a mate.']
['Why?']
"So, do you want to find a mate?"
Yang Qi pressed, not waiting for the leopard to get any more confused. He added with a tempting tone, "I know a female leopard. She's gorgeous, with sleek fur and a graceful figure."
"She's always wanted to find a strong, powerful male leopard like you—one with a kingly bearing—to have some cubs with."
The leopard instinctively puffed out its still-sore chest and lifted its large head, which was still a bit dizzy from being slapped by Xiaojiu. A hint of well-deserved pride flickered in its amber eyes.
['Of course. I *am* strong and powerful.']
The leopard responded with a low growl, its voice filled with undisguised confidence.
But then, he cautiously glanced at Xiaojiu, who was still perched on the low wall, seemingly resting with its eyes closed. His voice unconsciously lowered, and his tone was tinged with a lack of confidence.
['Except... except for this little cat.']
