"Could it really be the Imperial Preceptor? Was he this kinky in private?"
At the thought that the Imperial Preceptor, who had always been so steady and reliable before him, was a pervert in private, Xie Huizhou was suddenly at a loss.
"Imperial Preceptor, what am I supposed to do if it really is you?"
For a moment, Xie Huizhou found himself in a dilemma.
In his heart, Zhang Lanhe was his savior, a reliable guide, and a mentor, as well as someone he had gradually developed feelings for.
Xie Huizhou attributed every beautiful quality and word of praise to Zhang Lanhe.
No matter how others slandered him, Xie Huizhou saw him through several layers of rose-tinted glasses and did everything he could to speak up for him.
And in Xie Huizhou's heart, the Snake Demon was a demon who had helped him but also taken every liberty with him, so powerful that resisting him was hopeless, perverted yet with a touch of innocence.
He had never liked this sort of pervert.
But what if these two people might be one and the same?
What else could he do, then?
Xie Huizhou had never been into nonhumans. After all, the other man was a terrifying giant snake that reached straight to the heavens, could kill him with one bite, and was beyond his ability to defeat.
But if that person was Zhang Lanhe, it wasn't out of the question!
Even if you're a snake, if I've fallen for you, I'll love you!
Xie Huizhou's sexual preferences shattered and re-formed in an instant, and he felt that his limits had risen.
They had already taken on Zhang Lanhe's shape completely.
Xie Huizhou's suspicions about Zhang Lanhe were well-founded.
Taking advantage of being alone in the carriage, he secretly loosened his robes.