Xuan Yu's eyes widened, staring at the yellow talisman on its forehead.
"Close your eyes, I can carry you while walking, Xuan Yu Immortal Family."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Yu showed a contemplative expression, but before it could respond, it felt its body lighten as a pair of large hands lifted it by the waist.
The shawl's texture was dense and smooth to the touch. Xuan Yu only struggled a little before it decided to stop moving.
It looked down at Xu Qing's wide sleeve draped gently over its body.
The red cuff was embroidered with phoenixes, the stitches so fine and dense, sewn onto luxurious silk. When it touched its body, it felt as smooth as velvet, making it want to lower its head and rub against it.
Xu Qing seemed to understand its thoughts and gently coaxed it twice with a wave of his sleeve.
Seeing the cat in his arms close its eyes and quietly lie in the crook of his arm, Xu Qing's lips involuntarily curved into a smile.
