Faced with his younger sister’s obsessive recommendations for “infinite flow” novels, Ji Mo’an expressed disbelief, firmly holding high the banner of materialism.

However, one day as he prepared for work, he looked up to see a small black snake coiled around his car’s emblem, flicking its tongue at him.

Cute. I want to keep it.

Unfortunately, the terrarium was bought in the morning, and the snake was gone by the afternoon.

Forced to pull an all-nighter searching for the snake, Ji Mo’an was surprised the next day when the little black snake emerged from his water cup as if nothing had happened, even holding a red goji berry in its mouth.

On the third day, Ji Mo’an felt a snake tail inside a confidential file folder.

On the fourth day, Ji Mo’an entered his office to find a long black snake sprawled on the carpet, chewing on his money tree.

“Let go of my money tree!” He quickly slapped a talisman, obtained from a roadside Daoist hawker, onto the black snake’s head.

“Hungry. Give me food.” Through the yellow paper with red ink, Ji Mo’an heard a deep voice emanating from the snake.

“That charlatan priest lied to me.” Without hesitation, Ji Mo’an grabbed a copy of ‘Dialectical Materialism’ from his desk and struck the snake’s vital point (the ‘seven-inch spot’) with swift, precise force.

…

By the seventh day, Ji Mo’an entered the elevator under the watchful eyes of countless employees, with a tiny black snake perched on his head.

Despite his frantic blinking, silently pleading for help, his secretary offered dryly.

“Your pet is looking rather fetching today.”

“…Thank you.” The hint failed. You don’t get it. Ji Mo’an replied just as dryly, “Its name is Bai Erhua.”

“My name is Xuan Bai.”

The moment they entered the office, his wrist was instantly coiled tightly by a black snake tail, and a cool, serpentine tongue lightly touched his neck.

The partially transformed snake-man tilted his head, the black scales on his cheek appearing dangerously alluring.

“Mr. CEO wouldn’t want to be seen like this, would he?”

“So… don’t expose me. Or I’ll eat you.”

Day N

Late one night, a dark snake tail slithered over the sleeping man’s ankle. A pair of golden eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.

Hiss… A scarlet tongue darted from thin lips, repeatedly tracing the fine shape of the lips belonging to the man beneath him.

Mine… He’s mine…

His vertical pupils contracted with excitement. Xuan Bai used every ounce of strength to control his muscles, ensuring his scales slid gently over his lover, leaving no trace.

“I have work tomorrow. If you can’t sleep, go read Marxism.” Awakened, Ji Mo’an expertly reached out to grip the man’s neck.

“Not reading it.” Xuan Bai declared his staunch opposition to materialism.

“Don’t read it? Then go eat dirt at the zoo.” Ji Mo’an tried to move, only to find his body already tightly coiled.

“Master, are you abandoning me now?” Xuan Bai gently nipped the skin between Ji Mo’an’s thumb and forefinger (the ‘tiger’s mouth’), his sharp fangs retracted back into his mouth.

Too much… Ji Mo’an’s eyelashes trembled, momentarily stunned.

“Snakey brought a gemstone chain~” Xuan Bai l**ked his lips, drawing the curtains fully closed, leaving no gap.

The moonlight tonight is too beautiful to waste.

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