Dong Xi returned to the house and swiped her exclusive identity token. She walked in and looked around. Everything in the house was exactly the same as when she left, including the opened bag and the little snake wrapped in a pink cloak beside the bag.
Everything was the same as before. The little snake still did not move, as if it would maintain any shape it was placed in. The corner of Dong Xi's mouth carried a trace of an evil smile as she arranged the little snake into the shape of a heart. Who would reject a pink heart?
After that, she picked up the little snake again. Just like in the morning, she pried open the snake's mouth and crushed the fruit she had brought back. This time, Dong Xi even took a special look at the sharp teeth in the little snake's mouth, not knowing which one was poisonous.
