What Could a Little Snake Possibly Do Wrong?

Please add my next upcoming novel, Successful Strategy, Then Reload, to your collection! Blurb below~ [A timid, obedient, green-tea snake bottom × a cool, ascetic monk top] [The bottom has a cross-dressing storyline. Please don't read if that's not for you.] Blurb: After transmigrating one day, Xue Qing found himself in the body of a little green snake that couldn't even crawl. The little snake had only just begun cultivating, and after several close calls, he was lucky enough to gain a powerful demon as an older sister and a handsome savior. Grateful to his savior for rescuing him, he wanted to repay the favor once he successfully took human form. But all his hopes were dashed when he realized he'd transmigrated into a folk legend he'd known by heart since childhood. He was the legendary Green Snake. And his savior was none other than Fahai, who would one day hunt him down and suppress the White Snake. Unable to stop his sister from chasing after love and forced to wear women's clothes, Xue Qing tried his best to avoid the plot and stay away from Fahai. But... things didn't go according to plan. Not only did he fail to avoid Fahai, but Fahai saved him several times, leaving him deeply indebted. In the end, he still couldn't escape his fate. He not only gave himself to Fahai, but was also thoroughly dominated by him. Only, this was a different kind of “domination”... - Fahai was a monk at Lingyin Temple. Born with the bones of a Buddha, he was worshipped by the people. Though he preached compassion and the highest truths, he never let the suffering masses into his heart. Until a foolish little green snake trespassed into those cold, indifferent eyes. Since childhood, he had been taught that demons were evil by nature and should all be exterminated. The unwavering heart of Fahai, the eminent monk of Lingyin Temple, was praised by everyone. But when he saw the figure behind the thin green gauze, looking at him with almond-shaped eyes and calling his name in a trembling voice, his heart went into disarray. *In the legend, Fahai is a monk at Jinshan Temple. For the sake of the plot, he is a monk at Lingyin Temple in this story. Many original details. *A fluffy, sweet story with no logic. *Everything in the plot serves the development of the protagonists' relationship. I'm not good at plotting. Hope you enjoy reading! - Successful Strategy, Then Reload [A cute, lively strategist with a strong will to survive, bottom × a suspicious, mercurial tyrant, top] The ruler of Great Sheng, Sheng Duolin, was cold and bloodthirsty, and especially hated strategists who tried to get close to him. Once discovered, they never got away alive. The screams of yet another strategist being executed rang through the great hall. The tyrant narrowed his long, cruel eyes and reached down to lift the beauty's chin. “Jiaojiao, you're not like them, are you?” The beauty obediently pressed his face into the tyrant's palm, his moist eyes filled with a love that was entirely genuine. [Affection +1. Current affection at maximum] [Congratulations, Host, on successfully winning over your target. Countdown to exiting the world begins now.] “Damn you, Sheng Duolin! I've put up with you long enough!” The delicate beauty sprang up and smacked the tyrant on the head, then began spilling all his secrets. “Surprise! I'm one of your strategists too!” “Everything I did to please you was just to raise your affection score~” “And you should get that erectile dysfunction treated soon, hehe!” Watching the tyrant's expression grow uglier and uglier, Shang Jiao said goodbye smugly. “I'm going back to enjoy my new life with eight male models. Never see you again, you dog emperor!” His consciousness slowly faded away. The countdown ended. But when Shang Jiao opened his eyes, he wasn't in the real world. Sheng Duolin was sitting on the throne before him. He'd returned to the night he'd first been presented to the tyrant. Everything had reloaded from the beginning. [Target's affection: -999] [Warning! Host is in mortal danger!] As Shang Jiao stood there in confusion, the tyrant let out a cold laugh. “Eight male models?” Shang Jiao: “...Oh, crap.” Theme: Never give up hope.