Snake, You’re Mine!

Three-year-old Xu Jiaojiao went missing.

Her parents had just passed away, and her aunt, Xu Nuo, hadn't even had time to recover from her grief before her only remaining relative disappeared right under her nose. Her supermodel aunt searched frantically, while the police officers, moved by the beauty's tears, ran all over the place trying to help. But in a blind spot beyond the security cameras, the little pink mushroom had already followed a butterfly into the weeds.

Yan Mo was at his wit's end.

A reticulated python's shedding season was uncomfortable enough, but now a hyperactive human toddler had thrown herself into his arms, thinking he was a “dinosaur.” She bit his tail, lifted his scales, and covered him in drool. The two-hundred-year-old snake boy, whose true form was only ten years old, had never suffered such humiliation. But when those round eyes filled with tears, he inexplicably lowered his head and offered her his softest new scales.

From then on, the aloof young snake master became her exclusive pillow, portable cradle, and walking fruit leather.

Jiaojiao said, “Snake, you're mine!”

Yan Mo wanted to deny it, but the tip of his tail wrapped around her honestly.

The day her aunt came to pick her up, Shen Yanzhou happened to visit. For the first time in hundreds of years, the old plum tree was at a loss for words, his ear tips so red that Song Tan almost pulled out her phone to take a picture. Meanwhile, Jiaojiao clung to Yan Mo, who had shrunk to thirty centimeters, and refused to let go. “Snake, come with me!”

Xu Nuo looked at the little black snake in her daughter (crossed out), her niece's arms, then at the man in the doorway holding osmanthus cakes and looking as nervous as a young boy. Suddenly, she felt that...

Autumn had only just begun.