Storm

There is a small courtyard deep in the mountains and old forests. In the courtyard, Feng Feiqing turned into a human, holding a big cattail fan, sitting under the peach tree, telling stories to her brother's little snake boys. "A long time ago, during a snowy winter, a cute little Taoist boy picked up a frozen little snake..." "I know this story! But the story is about the farmer, not the little Taoist boy!" The curious little snake interrupted. "... That's what I said. The little Taoist boy picked up the little snake and took good care of it. They played together, ate together, and the little Taoist boy would sleep with the little snake in his arms at night. Later, when the little Taoist boy grew up, the little snake wanted to repay the favor..." "But in the original story, it was the little snake that bit the farmer, not repayment!" The curious baby snake interrupted again. "... If you like to listen or not, I will pull you down. In order to repay the favor, the little snake..." "Just..." The baby snakes stretched their necks curiously. "I just dragged the little Taoist boy back to his nest and fucked him." In the study not far away, an inkstone finally flew out. "Ah, hey, wife! You murdered your husband!" The person who was called "wife" came out of the study coldly. She was tall and tall, with cold eyebrows and only the tip of her ears had a hint of red. It was Ji Yun. When Feng Feiqing saw someone coming out, he came up to him and smiled gigglingly. "Don't talk nonsense in front of children." "Hey, that's cool. You're not talking nonsense, there's no such thing..." Feng Feiqing hugged Ji Yun and sent him back to the study. The little snake boys behind were confused, and they promised that it wouldn't happen, but what about their uncle's furry paws, hugging someone and touching someone's chest?