Possession

It hurts so much, but I still want to be kissed.

Judging from the frequency of her WeChat messages, Bu Yao probably didn't sleep at all last night. She's not sleeping well either; her face is deathly pale, devoid of color, and her body is covered in ice.

Snakes that have been seriously injured and cannot be given anesthesia will usually have their wounds placed in ice to achieve a pain-relieving effect. This is often seen in small snakes that have been cut open or had their tails run over by a car. Regardless of the type of accident, the pain is hundreds of times greater than during the molting period.

Xing Yue walked to the glass box, slowly squatted down, and unconsciously held her breath. She reached inside and pushed aside the small mountain of ice on top. Even though she had made many assumptions, her hand still trembled slightly when she saw the tail that had been stripped of its clusters of Snake Scales.

Judging from the appearance, the wounds had been frozen with ice for some time, and the snake flesh had turned white. The once cold and beautiful snake tail now had two palm-sized wounds, one at the junction with the snake's belly and the other on the surface of the snake tail, both of which were pitted, uneven, and ulcerated.

Xing Yue dared not look anymore and piled the ice blocks back on.

The snake's tail twitched, whether from pain or something else, Bu Yao turned over from her prone position, her voice languid. "Why are you only arriving now?"

She grumbled and complained, like a sulking pufferfish waiting for a date with its girlfriend who was late.

Instead of answering, Xing Yue asked, "How did you get the tail?"

Just last night, she was still lamenting the Snake Scales that Bu Yao had scratched; even a slight crease had terrified her.

Such a beautiful tail, pampered like a flower bud, even the slightest crease made her, who wasn't the owner of a snake tail, feel heartbroken.

Not to mention, she's injured like this now, so badly. It's not just heartache for Weiba anymore; she's more concerned about how Bu Yao spent last night, sending her so many crying emojis and she didn't know how many tears she shed in her room.

It turns out that what Bu Yao said on WeChat was true. She wanted a kiss, but couldn't get one, and was going to die. She actually thought that Bu Yao was just being cute. No one helped Bu Yao relieve her pain, so she could only hug her tail, lick her wounds, and type those words to her.

Bu Yao still had sleep marks on her face, her round cheeks soft and plump. She instructed, "It was pulled out with pliers."

Xing Yue's pupils contracted sharply. "Who pulled it out?"

Her heart was wrapped in soft yarn, but if this soft thing tightened any further, her heart would be cut open.

Bu Yao simply picked up an ice cube, tossed it into the air, caught it, tossed it up again, and caught it again, repeating the same action as she played with the ice cube.

"I pulled it out," she said, leaning closer and licking Snake Tongue Xing Yue's lips with her forked tongue. She also placed the ice cube she had been tossing into Xing Yue's Xing Yue, as if inviting him to play with it too.

The air conditioning was on indoors, but the sweltering summer heat didn't melt the ice cubes prematurely; Xing Yue's palms were red and slightly numb from the cold.

She put the ice cubes into the glass box, her surging anger overwhelming, like the sky falling. "Why did you do this? Who told you to use pliers to pull out the Snake Scales? Don't you know that once the scales are peeled off, they won't grow back? Just because I argued with you yesterday, and you were unhappy and angry? Is this how you have to throw a tantrum?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xing Yue suddenly remembered what Housekeeper Li had mentioned to her in the car about Madam Bu being seriously ill and bedridden. She seemed to have guessed something, and her chest was filled with complicated emotions that she had nowhere to vent.

Finally, she placed her hand on the glass box, clenching her knuckles tightly as if she wanted to crush the glass. "What I said to you last night was hoping you would say a few words in my defense when your mother ridiculed me, not for you to threaten her like this. Your body isn't an object; is this really worth hurting yourself over?"

Xing Yue was furious; his pupils were swollen, and he was dizzy.

Bu Yao didn't understand why Xing Yue was so angry. What did he mean by "this little thing"? How could something that Xing Yue would hold a grudge for ten years be called "this little thing"?

She tilted her head slightly, her bright eyes filled with Xing Yue's image. "But aren't you doing the same thing?"

Xing Yue is using her to retaliate against her mother, isn't he? Since her body isn't an object, why is Xing Yue doing this as well?

That's why she didn't understand why Xing Yue was so angry.

Bu Yao's eyes were pure; she wasn't upset by Xing Yue's petty schemes, and even tacitly approved of Xing Yue using her to vent his dissatisfaction on Madam Bu.

Such a look made Xing Yue ashamed. She remained silent, then suddenly slammed her hand hard against the glass case. Even through the thick glass, the ice inside rolled around, showing just how much force she used.

Xing Yue has always been mild-mannered. Even when he gets angry, it's just a change in tone, without any destructive power. This is the first time he's ever lost control like this.

That hand quickly became bruised, and the thin, delicate skin of the finger bones was even broken by the pressure.

She took a deep breath, her pupils throbbing uncomfortably. "The nature of the situation is completely different. I didn't harm your tail, and I don't need you to do that."

Bu Yao leaned over the glass and let out an "oh," without arguing about the topic. She then flicked her Snake Tongue to lick Xing Yue's hand, focusing intently on the bruised areas.

Seeing that Xing Yue was very angry, she was also depressed. She raised her arms to face Xing Yue, wanting Xing Yue to hug her.

Seeing Xing Yue standing still, she tugged at Xing Yue's white trouser leg with her small hand, then stretched her hand out high again.

Xing Yue's chest was still heaving. Looking down, she could see a glass box full of ice. Bu Yao was sitting in the ice, her snake tail buried inside for pain relief. The sight was so shocking that her heart bled.

But this woman acted as if she didn't care at all.

Xing Yue bent down and lifted Bu Yao out from inside, his arms instinctively wrapping around her neck.

I don't know how long I stayed inside, but my whole body was freezing cold, and my long hair, as red as the afterglow of the setting sun, was covered with a layer of fine frost.

Xing Yue carried Bu Yao to the bed.

As soon as she put it down, Bu Yao asked her, "Did you close the door?"

She glanced instinctively at the door that had been closed behind her. "It's closed."

The next second, the cold, serpentine tail burrowed into Xing Yue's arms. Bu Yao grabbed a pillow, covering most of her face to hide her suspicious blush.

Although it didn't say anything, its curled tail made its intentions clear. It kept crawling and shrinking in Xing Yue's arms, making Xing Yue's shirt messy and a few buttons loose.

Xing Yue slapped the intact part of the tail. "If you don't lick it, you'll suffer the pain and learn your lesson."

Even after being slapped, its tail still clung tightly to Xing Yue, rubbing against him with unbelievable docility.

Bu Yao's face fell, and she pulled the unruly snake tail over. Right under Xing Yue's nose, she flicked her pale pink Snake Tongue across the wound, and the secreted mucus gradually cleaned the wound a second time. The soft, forked ends pressed against the wound, and she licked it back and forth as if no one was around.

The Snake Tongue, like a feather, flicked and scraped against Xing Yue, as if it were licking not his tail, but the corner of Xing Yue lips.

Bu Yao realized it wasn't very effective, so she wrapped her tail around Xing Yue again. Her soft snake belly rubbed against Xing Yue's face, Snake Scales gently pressed against his lips. He groaned in pain, and his eyes welled up with tears. He just wanted Xing Yue to help him.

The icy chill had dissipated, but the temperature, which was higher than normal, continued to rise, causing Xing Yue's face to flush.

Her attempts to please him were successful. Finally, she saw those red lips part slightly. Xing Yue even pressed her snake tail down and placed it on the bedding, worried that she might get tired, before leaning down to peck at it.

The entire room was filled with the rustling sound of Snake Tongue, and the fragrance of camellias gradually filled Xing Yue's senses.

Bu Yao lay on the bed moaning, and seeing Xing Yue moving, she immediately cried out in a spoiled tone, "Not enough, not enough, it hurts so much, I want more kisses!"

Xing Yue took off his frameless glasses from the bridge of his nose, casually placed them on the bed, moved closer, and directly Bu Yao's face to kiss her lips. The moment their Snake Tongue touched, both of them let out satisfied moans from their throats at the same time.

For snakes, kissing is a very tender and comfortable experience. The part of their body with the most nerves is their Snake Tongue kiss allows them to strongly sense each other's scent, which is equivalent to a kind of possession.

Unable to resist, Tail pressed against Xing Yue's skin. The originally delicate skin suddenly became smooth and hard as it was pressed against him, and he could vaguely feel the gradual decrease in texture, with an arc every fingernail width.

Bu Yao was startled, pushed Xing Yue away, and grabbed the source of the unfamiliar touch. She held a section of Navy Blue snake tail in her hand, tugged at it, and wondered: Had she lost too much blood and her tail changed color?

Strange, this doesn't seem to be hers either...

Bu Yao raised the unfamiliar snake tail with both hands, lowered her head and took a bite.

Her pupils dilated in shock; he was paralyzed, he couldn't feel a thing!

Startled Bu Yao quickly bit her tail again.

Xing Yue grunted twice, his snake tail twitching and contracting. "Where are you biting!"

The dark blue snake tail, which had been bitten twice, slipped from Bu Yao's hand and burrowed into the quilt with a pitiful expression.

Bu Yao then realized that the tail actually belonged to Xing Yue! No wonder she didn't feel any pain; it was Xing Yue who was in pain.

She licked her lower lip, a hint of embarrassment in her eyes, and nestled into Xing Yue's arms. "When did it grow? I wasn't even prepared..."

When she spoke the second half of the sentence, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. She seemed to be thinking of something and was too shy to look up. She kept rubbing against Xing Yue, her hand secretly groping under the covers for the innocent tail that she had bitten twice and was now hiding.

Xing Yue didn't understand. "Prepare what?"

Bu Yao bit her lower lip, her face burning hot. "It's just... I didn't prepare that... Condom, I'll get pregnant..."

If you want to take protective measures when snakes mate, you should put a small ring-shaped mesh in the groove at the end of the tail. This will greatly reduce the chance of the active mucus coming into contact with the mate.

Otherwise, with active mucus and the exchange of partners, pregnancy is more likely.

Upon hearing this, Xing Yue Yue's face burned even hotter than Bu Yao's. She hadn't even thought about that aspect, and she was so nervous that she stammered, "Prepare... prepare for what? I'm not going to... it's my tail that's showing itself, it's not that I want to..."

She's still not in control; she was kissing Bu Yao when the snake tail suddenly appeared without her even realizing it.

Bu Yao gave a meaningful "Oh," then transformed back into her snake form, burrowed into the bedding, and in the darkness, touched the other Snake Tongue to familiarize herself with the scent.

For every inch she moved closer, the tail would retreat an inch, and her serpentine body would climb up and coil around it, leaving the other with nowhere to retreat.

Feeling the Little Fire Snake carefully crawling along his tail, Xing Yue tensed up and pressed Bu Yao Bu Yao through the blanket. "Stop playing..."