Meow meow meow! Awooo, awooo, awooo... (≧▽≦) Immortal Lord Mo Tong, you're so handsome! Shuang, let me touch you, touch you, touch you. Even if it lasts only a fleeting moment, so what? I like what I wrote. The more I write, the better it feels, so I recommend reading on. Hong Yue has carried memories of countless ages, and his eyes are hollow and weary. He is cold, heartless, and happy. Shuang is an ordinary, lonely, somewhat timid young huntress from an ordinary family. What would happen if their genders were swapped? (≧▽≦) Under the gaze of countless gods, they slowly grow stronger, until...
