but what if he's in his actual cat form and curling up on lx's lap. WHAT THEN.
The impossibly soft white cat leapt onto his lap, cutting through the stillness and tearing his attention from the book in his hands. Beside him, Mèi Yǐng’s wings snapped open, her sharp squawk ringing out, a clear protest at the sudden arrival. Liu Xiao, barely sparing her a glance, hushed her with a gentle sweep of his fingers, weaving calm into her ruffled feathers. He hadn’t dared hope that Lu Guang would come to him like this, willingly, as if surrendering. The satisfaction curled deep inside him — he’d always known a day like this would arrive.
Without hesitation, he scooped the cat into his arms, his grip just a touch too tight. Moving from window to window, he sealed every escape route, making certain each lock clicked into place. There’d be no slipping out, not now. Liu Xiao smiled, low and secretive. This time, his new prize wasn’t going anywhere.
