Sitting on a rattan chair, his face covered with a book to block the sunlight and dressed in a white, wide sleeved, long robed hanfu with lotus pattterns on the edges was Su Yansheng. He had let his long dark hair fall freely on his shoulders, down to his waist and he looked every bit the careless tyrant he was trying to portray.
There was a small Hesi table by his side with a heating talisman placed underneath it. A jar of wine and a glass half full on top of the table and a box filled with Tarayan dried meat by its side.
Reaching his slender hand to see if the meat was warm enough with his eyes still closed and covered, Yan was about to pick up the box when he heard the door leading to the balcony slightly open with very light footsteps approaching him that he could only hear due to the harsh training of his upbringing. Then he felt a movement in the air, a change in the direction of the wind and a weight settle on his face.
This damned cat!
Yan then felt the cat resting on his face begin to use its paws to swat at his head and when he made no moves to acknowledge it, the cat brought out its claws instead.
As soon as he felt the first sharp sting on his head, he immediately moved to swat the cat away, removing the book that had been covering his face in the process.
The cat, indignant, turned to look at its stupid roommate and wanted to pounce on him to show him who was really the boss here, but as soon as he saw his face, his anger died down. It's not that he was easily swayed by beautiful things, but he knew that this pet of his had the most enchanting face he had ever seen, it would be a shame to leave it all scratched up and bloody.
Yes, its only because he was kind and magnanimous owner, he wouldn't argue with lesser beings.
Su Yansheng only ever wore white, but it only highlighted his features, allowing it to shine through unblemished. He had a pale face and eyes the color of the night which could easily peirce through a persons soul, with a single mole beneath his left eye which when he smiled, gave him a flirtatious look and lent his beauty a quiet imperfection.
Retracting his claws and taking on a superior look, he gazed at Su Yansheng who still made no move to get up and spoke.
"There is a new guest."
Noticing the look of disdain of this cat of his that he had never wanted or payed for, he felt very stifled and felt like he had swallowed a fly.
"It hasn't been a week yet, how is it that someone new is already here?"
Wondering why his pet was asking stupid questions, the cat immediately did not want his illness to rub off on him so he turned to walk away back into the building.
Seeing the cat leaving and flicking its tail at him, Yan immediately burst into anger.
Standing up, "Hey I'm talking to you, you big fat cat that only knows how to eat and mess around, answer me."
"Fei bao, hey Fei bao, Fei Fei, I know you can hear me," Yan called out.
The cat didn't even look back and simply kept walking downstairs. He had told Yan several times not to call him those silly names.
Following the cat and trying to catch it to pick it up, it's fur entirely white other than its orange paws, Yan noticed that his hair was a bit disheveled so he rushed back out to the balcony to fix it. He then carelessly knotted his hair on his head with a jade hairpin of greenish-yellow and pale tones, at the top was an intricate floral motif of petals and leaves, highlighted in shades of orange and light green, which can be said to be the only thing of color of wore. Even at that, there were still strands of hair that was loose on his head, giving him a roguish look.
Then he rushed back downstairs to bicker with Fei Fei and finally receive the new guest to his Runaways Rest inn.