I Dream of Seed

"Hmm," Xuan Yang's chest rumbled softly, the low sound reverberating in Xu Feng's ears and sending a slow shiver down his spine. 

In that moment, he felt like he could stay like this forever. He would stay like this forever; the snake had no say in the matter.

Xu Feng didn't know how long they lingered in that warm embrace, connected in a more innocent way. He had no consciousness of how many viewers might have seen them, nor did he particularly care. 

If they sought entertainment, they should look elsewhere, for this was not a spectacle. At least it wasn't a very scandalous one…or it might be in an ancient society…

It was only when Xuan Jian spoke that the ger, who had played the role of a languid paper towel, detached himself from the snake young master.