"Hmph! That's wishful thinking!"
Just as the atmosphere between Qi Zhao and Yan Jiao was warming up, a cold male voice suddenly rang out.
Yan Jiao was shocked. She turned to look at the source of the sound, but there was nothing there, only air.
"Who is it? Why are you being sneaky?" Yan Jiao was a little scared, but she did not show it on her face.
However, no one responded to Yan Jiao. It was as if what she had just hallucinated the voice.
"Jiaojiao, what's wrong?" Qi Zhao saw Yan Jiao's nervous expression and asked in confusion.
"You... Didn't you hear that? It's a man's voice." Yan Jiao was shocked when she heard Qi Zhao's words.
"No, I didn't." Qi Zhao was still confused.
Yan Jiao refused to believe it. She turned her head and looked at the spot she thought the voice had come from. The ordinary tree she had seen earlier now had something unknown drop from it.
Yan Jiao looked up and saw that it was a snake tail.
Yan Jiao continued to look up and finally saw the snake's true appearance. It was a familiar black python.
Rather than saying that it looked familiar, it was better to say that it was the one from her dream.
Yan Jiao rubbed her eyes.
"Jiaojiao, what happened? You've been a little off since just now." Qi Zhao looked at Yan Jiao's series of strange actions and took her hand.
"Damn it, let go." The man's voice rang out again, and his tone was still filled with displeasure.
Yan Jiao quickly opened her eyes, but before she could respond to Qi Zhao's words, she saw a gust of demonic wind blowing in the open space.
Yan Jiao's eyes, which had just opened, were forced shut again by the wind.
Then, the demonic wind blew toward Yan Jiao, and the people behind her had to close their eyes.
In the dark, Yan Jiao felt a soft touch on her waist, as if someone had lifted her up by the waist.
That touch felt the same as when she hugged the python in her wet dream, and it made Yan Jiao feel at ease.
Next, all that was left in Yan Jiao's ears was the whistling of the wind and the screams of the others. It was abnormally frightening and mournful.
Of course, there were also Qi Zhao and Su Qing's screams. "Jiaojiao!"
Yan Jiao wanted to respond to them, but her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she actually fell asleep...
Meng Hui brought Yan Jiao back to the snake realm, back to his palace.
The Nagas who passed by all looked at Meng Hui in surprise... When had the king ever carried a woman around the Snake Palace like this?
'Why are his eyes so gentle?'
'I wonder who this human is?'
Humans and snakes had different scents. Snakes could tell one snake from another because of their unique scents, but they could not do that for humans.
She did not know how long she had been unconscious for...
Yan Jiao opened her eyes in a daze, and the first thing she saw was a bed carved with flower patterns. She rolled her eyes and sized up the room.
There were antique-looking windows, red wooden tables, red wooden chairs... There were also many rare and precious decorations.
'Where is this place?'
'Snakes... Where are the snakes?'
Yan Jiao clearly remembered that she was surrounded by a den of snakes before she lost consciousness.
Yan Jiao instantly came around. She struggled to sit up and get out of bed. She looked around the room but could not find a single living thing. She heaved a sigh of relief. Could it be that she was dreaming?
It was a nightmare. Yan Jiao heaved a sigh of relief when she thought of this.
This was good. No one got hurt.
Then again, what was this place?
Yan Jiao furrowed her brows. Everything here looked so awkward. Why was she dreaming of such a scene? Yan Jiao looked down and saw what she was wearing.
It seemed to be undergarments from ancient times. Yan Jiao looked at it with uncertainty.
At this moment, a pair of large hands wrapped around her slender waist and fumbled all over her body, slowly moving to the most private part of Yan Jiao's body.
"Who are you?" Yan Jiao cried out in alarm. She wanted to turn around, but she was unable to move under the pressure of the large hands.
The man did not answer. He reached out and gently stroked Yan Jiao's long hair. The ticklish feeling was as if an electric current had passed through Yan Jiao's hair, giving her a mysterious feeling.
Yan Jiao felt as if her hair had come to life when he touched it, and her entire body reacted as well.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she lost her focus.
Yan Jiao was flipped over by the owner of those hands. She finally saw the true face of the person behind her. It was the handsome serpent-man from her dreams.
Yan Jiao looked into those blood-red eyes. Within those eyes, there was laziness with a hint of temptation.
That burning sense of possession was so strong, yet it made her feel familiar and nostalgic.
Yan Jiao's face reddened as she could not help but recall the scene of her making love with this man.
The man looked at her sudden reaction and revealed a playful smile.