What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

He Ruge limited his gaming time to one and a half hours a day, so he had to play every day. He typed for three hours after the game and studied the red lines again before going to bed.

There were more red lines. However, the new red lines were on his ankles.

There were two different red lines on his ankles. Did this mean that he would have two chances to get lucky?

He Ruge had already drawn the rare item “Love Luck” today. In theory, he wouldn’t have a second chance. It was now 9 pm. He Ruge logged into the game and took out the Pink Egg Twister from his backpack. When he clicked on the twister, his eyes kept on the red lines on his ankles and thighs. He was afraid that he would miss the changes in the red lines.

The red lines on his ankles glowed and heated up in an instant.

“Dang dang dang ~”

[Name]: Diary

[Rarity]: Rare

[Remarks]: Although I don’t have the ability to read minds, I can still peek through your diary ~ I’ve discovered all of your little tricks!

[Note: Diary. This game believes that all things that record the past can be called a diary.]

[Usage Description: Pick any person in the game and you can view their secrets]

[Restrictions: The chosen one must have the habit of recording secrets. Once chosen, you cannot change your target]

There were actually two lucky chances in a day!

However, the restrictions were a little harsh. He Ruge couldn’t find the chosen one for a while. Was there really an NPC in this game who kept a diary?

Maybe … he could cultivate the little white tiger’s habit of keeping a diary from a young age. When the little white tiger turned into a human and kept a diary, he would be able to use items to peek into the little white tiger’s inner world!

What did the little white tiger think of him?

Every day, he touched the little white tiger’s head, back, claws, and even touched its butt, sucked its belly, and played with its tail. In the little white tiger’s eyes, was he a pervert who coveted cute bodies, or was he a highly skilled masseur?

If the little white tiger could keep a diary, then the style of the diary would be:

Today, I was touched on my head. I’m done. Touching my head won’t grow taller.

Today, I was pinched on my paws. My paws were meant for the cute little tigress to hold hands. Hmph.

Today, I was rubbed on my butt. D * mn it, I’m too cute. Even my butt is so adorable.

After a long time, the little white tiger turned into the Great White tiger. He still kept up the habit of keeping a diary:

Today, he wanted to touch my butt, and I bit his head off.

He Ruge: “…!”

This hypothesis was too scary. Stop it!

He Ruge thought about the people the item was suitable for. If he had to find an NPC, maybe it would be Crow?

He Ruge closed the Pink Egg Twisting Interface and went to the employee’s room. Coincidentally, Crow wasn’t in the room. He Ruge did a carpet search of the room. He flipped the ceiling and the bottom of the bed. He clicked on every item on the screen, but he couldn’t find the diary.

It seemed like he couldn’t find it.

However, He Ruge fished out a small metal cage from under the bed. It was a very, very small iron cage. It was covered in dust.

[Name]: Iron Cage

[Source]: Crow

[Status]: Old

[Comment]: It is Crow’s Iron Cage. It has great significance to the past Crow.

The past Crow?

This sentence seemed strange. It was important to the crows of the past, but did it not mean anything to the crows of the present?