My Celibate Husband Is a Secretly Passionate Snake Lord

I suspected my husband was a cold, aloof Buddhist devotee. Every night, he refused to sleep with me and instead squatted in the courtyard, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Whenever I wore something revealing, he would frown and finger his prayer beads.

Unable to take it anymore, I shoved divorce papers into his hands.

Then I suddenly heard his thoughts.

[My wife just touched me! Her hand is so soft. I want to kiss her.]

[When will my wife finally accept that I’m a snake? I want to cuddle up with her.]

A snake… I wanted to see for myself.

I pretended to trip and fell against his sexy, leanly muscled chest.