Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
That Man, Cat!

Anita furrowed her brows. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel in such a way that his knuckles began to whiten.

Haris can still walk on his own. Despite being drunk, he doesn't really look drunk, but after what happened earlier, Anita doesn't want him to come back alone. He finally sent Haris to his front door.

Anita doesn't plan to go inside. He was afraid that he would not be able to hide his jealousy in the man who lived with Haris.

“Haris, is anyone home? Have him make you some drunk soup or something. Drink before going to bed. Otherwise, you might get a headache tomorrow morning."

“I'll just send you here. Are you okay by yourself?”

Haris looked at Anita. “I'm fine. Thanks."

Haris then opened the door after he answered Anita's question. The door opened, and he went inside. He did not even close the door behind him. He didn't pull out the key either.

"Lock the door. Hey, lock the door, are you just gonna leave the door open?"

Anita calls him several times, but he is unable to attract Haris' attention. He pulled out the key, muttering to himself.

“How is this okay? Look how drunk he is. It worries me.”

Anita stood by the door and knocked several times, but no one answered. He didn't know if anyone was home or not.

However, he was worried that Haris would be too drunk to take care of himself, so he called out to whoever was inside.

“I'll be in.”

He took off his shoes near the entrance. There was a pair of unopened disposable sandals next to him, so he helped himself.

Anita noticed that there was only a pair of sandals in the shoe cabinet.

When Anita entered the apartment, she could only look through the furniture. He tries to find clues about Haris' life with the so-called other half {his friend Haris (cat) }

He knew that this was wrong and tried to keep his eyes from wandering around, but everything that was swept his eyes was finally embedded in his mind.

The apartment was not large, but since there were not many items in it, it looked quite spacious.

Anita came in, she saw belts, ties, and shirts strewn across the floor.

A trail of clothing leads to the open bedroom door.

Anita looked into the room, and saw there was only one mug on the table, and there were two pillows on the sofa. Who doesn't have two pillows on their couch? If two people live together, they should have four!

Anita pettyly thought to herself, 'This may not be very important. Haris might not even care about her.'

Although she had some free time to think about this kind of nonsense, Anita's heart was actually pounding. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Anita kept telling herself that she needed to know her enemy in order to compete. Plus, he could not help what his eyes saw. Not that he did it intentionally.

Anita's upbringing told her that she shouldn't behave so pitifully.

There were several pieces of Haris clothes on the floor that he had just taken off. Anita stops, wondering if she should take it or not. In the end, he bowed and picked it up.

Anita cunningly thought about how to do that would make her seem very considerate in comparison. He got rid of all Haris clothes and put them in the washing machine.

Then, Anita knocked on the bedroom door. He was afraid he would come in and see the two people inside making love.

Tok tok! There's no response.

Tok tok tok! There's no response.

Tok tok tok tok! No more responses.

Anita opened the door a little. He stood by the bedroom door and saw Haris lying across the bed. He lay on his stomach, revealing a bright and clean back. His shoulder blades were like beautiful works of art.

He took out his hairband. Her hair was spread out on light-colored sheets. Her hair covered most of her face, revealing only her delicate chin. He has nothing covering him. He didn't even use a pillow.

There's a Dragon Rabbit (man) next to Haris. It bit the blanket and dragged it towards him. The rustling sound from before was probably a cat.

As soon as Anita walks through the bedroom door, the Cat stops and starts hissing at Anita.

"Meow meow meow."

Not long ago hissed as Haris raised his head and looked at the cat.

The cat instantly changed its tone. It pranced to Haris and started snoring, putting on a flirtatious show for him.

Haris. Then, he sat down and stepped straight onto the floor. He was just about to wear a shirt sitting next to him.

Harris stopped.

“Hey, hey, hey. Where did you go in the middle of the night?”

Haris was wearing a silk shirt, but he didn't button it. He just came out of a room like that.

He did not forget to answer Anita's question.

“I'll make food.”

Anita felt a little sour. Even in a drunken state, he would not forget to make food for others.

“Casual. It's not like he's going hungry. He's probably already out to find something to eat. There's no one here but us. Who do you cook for?

Haris silently stared at the cat still stuck to his ankle.

"For my cat."

Anita, "..." Is there a misunderstanding?

"Then the guy you said you used to make cook and bothered you all night, where was he?"

Haris pointed at the cat that was at her feet. "That's my cat, my cat's a man. He's the one who bothers me."

Anita, "..."

"You mean, that cat is the man you're referring to, and there's no man in this house at all?"

"Yes, it's just me and my noisy cat. There's no one else."

"He he he, so so. I think I misunderstood earlier, ha ha." Pleased.

Haris and Anita, followed by the Dragon Rabbit cat, huddled together in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Anita's wearing an apron. There were two small pots in front of him. One for porridge, and the other for drunk soup.

Haris leaned on the counter not too far away.

The cat was chewing next to his feet. Anita is the one who makes cat food. It seemed to match his taste, but, even so, he still hissed unfriendlylylyly to her if she got too close.

Anita doesn't care if the cat hates her. He's in a good mood. His gloom from before was completely swept away. Although the kitchen is complete, it is practically untouched. It is clear that the owner of the house (Haris) does not cook.