Thanh Van froze before the man who looked so eerily similar to a certain idiot that he was sure he was hallucinating.
Despite the flowing black robes and the long, silky hair pulled into a high ponytail with a gold cuff, seen only in the tales of the ancient and powerful, there was no mistaking the elegant jawline, the plush lips that carved into a punchable smile -
Kim Jihun, what are you doing here dressed up like you are in a costume drama and why the fuck do you look so good in it?!
The thought remained unspoken as Thanh Van merely hissed and spat in his pitiful cat form.
The yellow cat's eyes thinned into slits as the xianxia version of Kim Jihun strolled over and plopped down on the hard wooden bed, leaving almost no personal space between the towering man and the stray cat. The scent of tea leaves, paper and ink tickled Thanh Van's nose and his whiskers trembled in response.
