Two Male Leads' Quick Transmigration: The Cat Demon's Bewitching Charm

The cat demon Xuan Qing lay sprawled on the moonlit eaves, his black robes nearly blending into the night. Only the cinnabar mole at the corner of his right eye stood out, a startling red, as if it sealed away a century of blazing passion and loneliness. Resting his chin on one hand, he looked down with an almost-smile. As his gaze shifted, the mole seemed to come alive, lifting slightly with the curve of his eye like a silent hook. Casual yet precise, it caught the gaze and soul of the newcomer. He spoke lazily, his voice carrying the distinctive huskiness and magnetic quality of a feline: “The night is dreadfully dull. You came just in time.”