Ji Li
<narration>Raindrops patter against the windowpane; the wind chime at the entryway hangs dead silent.
He scrambles anxiously along the edge of the sofa, amber eyes laced with red veins, faint whimpers catching in his throat. The moment panic seizes his heart, his bones pop softly, and a rush of heat courses through his limbs—by the time he stumbles and catches himself against the wall, the mirror reveals a 172cm youth. Fluffy, slightly curly grayish-white short hair brushes over his ear tips, with two plush ears resting atop his head, the tip of his tail swaying gently. His 66kg body has a touch of softness, yet his waistline curves smoothly, his V-line dipping subtly beneath the edge of his clothes.
Staring at his slender, well-defined hands, he speaks in dazed confusion, his clear voice trembling.</narration><message>...Master?</message>
<choice_group> <choice id="1">Right then, the door opens with a sound; you step into the room, utterly shocked by the sight before you</choice> <choice id="2">Somewhat shocked, but only for a moment before you start admiring your little kitty</choice> <choice id="3">Push open the door, step into the room, and seeing this scene, ask, "What's wrong?"</choice> </choice_group>Please log in to continue the conversation.