The Double Happiness Character

The young lady is not good enough for me

Bu Yao felt pain, so much so that she couldn't put on her clothes. She crawled to the corner of the bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and wrapped her tail around the blanket, which smelled of Xing Yue, and hugged it tightly.

She didn't cover herself with a blanket, her soft, smooth back exposed to the air, her knees pressed against the bedding, with bruises and welts from her thighs to her calves.

The waist was covered with bite and sucking marks, varying shades of strawberry color.

She was kissed all over, Xing Yue not only pinched and bit her, but also covered her mouth to stop her from crying...

Bu Yao looked pitiful; she had clearly been bullied terribly.

Thinking about what he had done from last night to tonight, Xing Yue leaned on the bed with a headache. Perhaps at first there was an element of venting his resentment, but later he was completely immersed in the pleasure of sadism.

She had never done this before, whether it was with He Zhiwen or Bu Yao and retreat.

Last night... it was as if Bu Yao had opened Pandora's box, causing her to gradually lose control. Listening to the broken cries, she only wanted to hear Bu Yao cry even more fiercely. Sensing something was wrong, she covered Bu Yao's mouth, thinking that this would control the sadistic tendencies growing from the bottom of her heart.

But when Bu Yao began to sob softly, she felt even more strongly... she felt sorry for the woman crying, and her hands became increasingly rough.

"No," she refused, not Bu Yao pursue her, while picking up the clothes scattered all over the floor.

Bu Yao fiddled with the corner of the blanket, crumpling the coral fleece quilt in her fingers. "Why not? Someone like Bai Yulun can pursue you, so why can't I?"

Isn't she better than Bai Yulun? That stinky snake is in heat everywhere, pretending to be single even though she's married, flirting around recklessly. She's much better than Bai Yulun.

Xing Yue frowned. "President Bai, I also refused."

Regardless, Bai Yulun offered her a suitable job. She wouldn't take the clothes or drink the wine, but she couldn't say anything too harsh to Bai Yulun.

Besides owing her a favor, she also had to give Little Snowflake face, so it was enough for her to be polite to President Bai.

Bu Yao pouted, sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs, looking like she had no intention of leaving.

Xing Yue placed the dress on the table, put in some eye drops, and then said to Bu Yao, "There's no reason. We're just not compatible. We come from different social classes, our personalities clash, and I don't like your type."

When others say they're not compatible after a breakup, it might just be a perfunctory excuse. But when Xing Yue says they're not compatible, it comes from experience and how they've spent time together.

Even though Xing Yue mentioned several points, Bu Yao focused on the last one. "You don't like my type? Then why did you marry me ten years ago?"

Xing Yue could have easily refused the Bu Family's marriage proposal instead of agreeing so readily, making her believe that Xing Yue's feelings were the same as hers.

Xing Yue has regretted this problem countless times over the years, paying the price for a single wrong choice with nothing.

She was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sat down next to Bu Yao and looked at Bu Yao: "How old were you ten years ago? The lesbian preference for older women doesn't apply to me. How can you compare twenty-eight to eighteen? Do you think I can be impulsive twice?"

A woman's heartbroken lament echoed from the room, "Xing! Yue!"

Xing Yue said coldly, "Miss, don't ever remind me that I was married to you again. Every time you remind me, I'll emphasize it again. I don't have any lesbian or older woman crushes. I only like young girls, I'm into eighteen-year-olds."

This topic is somewhat hurtful. Age is uncontrollable; as the years go by, one's age increases year by year. Xing Yue herself is anxious about her age; she is quite sensitive to it.

Bu Yao comes from a wealthy family and has good genes. At twenty-eight, she still looks like a twenty-year-old girl. She has never had any negative emotions because of her age.

But Xing Yue's words completely shattered her sense of superiority and arrogance. She was so angry that she couldn't speak, and she buried her face in her pillow, sobbing and crying bitterly.

That bastard Xing Yue actually complained that she wasn't eighteen. She didn't complain about Xing Yue's age, nor did she complain that Xing Yue couldn't work 24 hours straight and was physically exhausted. What right does Xing Yue have?!

Those blows alone weren't enough. Xing Yue pulled Bu Yao and whispered in her ear, "I like He Zhiwen's personality—gentle, considerate, sunny, optimistic, detail-oriented, able to take care of herself, and able to take care of me too. I don't like women who can't even boil water. You can't pursue me, understand? Miss He isn't good enough for me. I don't look down on Miss He. You can't pursue me."

Given Bu Yao's arrogant nature, after she said such things, Bu Yao should have called her a bitch and slammed the door and left.

Xing Yue thought she could successfully drive Bu Yao away. Those words would be unbearable for an ordinary person, let alone Bu Yao, who was a chosen one of heaven, who had everything since childhood, and was extremely arrogant and domineering.

But she underestimated Bu Yao's tolerance for her; it seemed that, apart from jealousy, Bu Yao could accept everything about her.

Bu Yao shook off Xing Yue's hand, climbed to the side against the wall, hugged the quilt, and sobbed with her forehead against the wall, tears streaming down her face as if she wanted to flood Xing Yue's bed.

Its tail protruded outside, weaving through the bedding, curling up intermittently, making some feints, before climbing onto Xing Yue, curling up, its Bu Yao's temperament, longing for Xing Yue's comfort.

"..."

Xing Yue was speechless for a moment, looking down at the orange-red snake tail that was sticking to him. One of the Snake Scales was slightly raised, which was very obvious on the smooth tail, and even the flesh inside could be vaguely seen.

She didn't know when Bu Yao was injured, but if Snake Scales were to fall off, they wouldn't grow back, leaving empty patches that exposed the underlying flesh.

Therefore, every snake is very concerned about the health of its tail, and will not let the scales be removed unless it is sick and has to be peeled off.

Xing Yue found a first-aid kit, lifted up the tail part, sprinkled some hemostatic powder, sprayed anti-inflammatory water, and gently pressed down the raised scales with tweezers. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the arcs were curved, clearly marks from being scratched by fingernails.

She doesn't remember being this rough...

Snake Scales are connected to the skin and flesh, and are practically indistinguishable from the flesh itself; this must be excruciatingly painful.

Even Xing Yue felt a pang of regret at the sight of that cold, beautiful snake tail. He smoothed the Snake Scales with his thumb and wrapped it with gauze. Luckily, the wound was discovered early and could still heal. If it had been left for too long, it would have festered and become infected, and he would have had to have it pulled out.

Bu Yao was still crying. Xing Yue clenched his tail. "Everything I said is true. There are plenty of people who want to marry you. Why do you insist on getting entangled with someone who isn't right for you? You say you like me, but I don't think I like you that much. Does that mean you can only sleep with me? That's your only option. I'm not like that. I can sleep with anyone, as long as they're pretty and have a good figure. As you can see, I'm no different from the wild dog you described that goes into heat everywhere."

She immediately told people to leave, and even Bu Yao's crying against the wall bothered her.

Those words Bu Yao feel bad, Bu Yao still didn't want to leave. So she simply transformed back into her snake form and tried to find a corner to hide in. She crawled on the bed and burrowed into the blankets. Xing Yue pulled the blankets off and crawled into her clothes. Xing Yue then threw the clothes away.

She was taken aback, her ruby-red eyes fixed on the pillow. Just as she crawled in, Xing Yue removed the pillow.

The old and faded paper-cut with the word "" suddenly appeared in front of me.

Xing Yue's posture suddenly stiffened, her eyes becoming unfathomable. She quickly snatched the clipping, crumpled it into a ball with one hand, and threw it into the trash can.

The swift, fluid movement Bu Yao served to conceal the truth. Bu Yao hadn't even seen what it was before Xing Yue threw it, drawing her attention. She extended her snake body, her head peering out, and upon seeing what had been thrown into the trash can, she flicked her Snake Tongue more frequently.

Xing Yue, that repressed pervert...

With nowhere to hide, the Little Fire Snake simply coiled up on the bed, motionless, with only its Snake Tongue flicking out.

Xing Yue glanced at the time; it was only 10 p. m. Having just finished having sex, she needed to eat a lot, so she ordered a lot of takeout, planning to eat before going to work.

Take half a day off, work half a day.

They ordered takeout from the same restaurant, and when it arrived, it piled up the table. Xing Yue unpacked everything; there was roast goose, roast chicken, pigeon, beef noodles, and ribs—basically all meat dishes to replenish energy.

As she was eating, a Fire Snake crawled onto the table, slithered around the edge, and opened its jaws as if to swallow a whole steamed chicken.

Xing Yue used his chopsticks to hold down the chicken and took it away.

The Little Fire Snake stood up and stared at Xing Yue, its expression revealing its anger.

She climbed to the other side, intending to devour the roast goose, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Xing Yue snatched it away.

Xing Yue raised an eyebrow. "I didn't order your portion."

Upon hearing this, the Little Fire Snake stared at Xing Yue in disbelief. They remained locked in this stalemate for half a minute. Seeing that Xing Yue was still unmoved, she dejectedly climbed down silently.

Passing by the trash can, Tai rolled up the ball of paper cuttings and took it back to the bed. She opened the wrinkled "" and smoothed the tip of her tail little by little.

The paper cutting is very old, the red color is uneven, and now it's covered in creases, making it look even more worn out.

The Little Fire Snake coiled itself under it, and when it got hungry, it simply fell asleep, and once asleep, it wasn't hungry anymore.

Not long after, the door slammed shut; Xing Yue must have gone to work.

Bu Yao subconsciously glanced towards the door. Xing Yue was no Xing Yue in the room. There were still several plates of food on the table, intact: spicy fish, steamed chicken, and braised goose in soy sauce. Some of the food was even still in insulated bags.

She climbed off the bed, onto the table again, and swallowed the roast goose whole. Although she didn't need to chew, she swallowed slowly, bit by bit, until the entire goose was gone.

The snake's belly bulged noticeably, and it gradually swallowed the remaining chicken and fish. Its Snake Tongue rib soup. After eating and drinking its fill, it struggled to climb down. It could no longer coil up, and when it coiled its tail, it would spit out the food. Its entire body was straight, and it lay on the ground to sleep.

When Xing Yue returned home from work, he saw a nearly three-meter-long Fire Snake, its belly slightly swollen, lying lazily on the floor, waiting to digest its food...