Yu Zhizhi suddenly bit down on the snake's tail. It was so cold! Even in the hot spring, it felt as frigid as if it had just been pulled from a snowdrift.
The Duke's serpentine pupils contracted abruptly. He stared fixedly at the little female before him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.
Her tiny teeth had no bite force; to him, it was no more than a tickle.
In fact…
From the Duke's perspective, she wasn't biting him at all. It was clearly a kiss.
The pool was veiled in hot steam as a cold spring rain began to fall, soaking the Duke's ink-blue hair. A deep desire began to surface in his eyes. His black snake tail suddenly loosened its grip, and the little female, who had been coiled tightly within it, plummeted unexpectedly toward the bottom of the pool—
The pool, which had always seemed so shallow to Yu Zhizhi, suddenly felt bottomless.
She sank deeper and deeper. The Duke, with his human torso and snake tail, floated on the surface, growing more and more distant.
