TSFLIP Chapter 652

Before she knew about his serpent tail, she thought he was handsome but hard to approach.
After learning he had a serpent tail, her mind couldn’t stop screaming—why was this man so… so alluring?

Yes, alluring. To her, that serpent tail was an incredibly huge turn-on.

Fengguang wondered how he’d react if she touched it, but she restrained herself, forcing her gaze away from it. She looked at Naihe with a perfectly straight face and said, “I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

Naihe thought for a moment before loosening his tail from around her. When it dropped to the ground, he straightened his upper body, scooped her up in his arms, and said, “I’ll take you to bed.”

Wait—shouldn’t he have said he’d take her back to her room?

By the time Fengguang processed this, she was already lying in his bed. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment. “Wait—”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before that familiar binding sensation returned. Naihe had climbed onto the bed, deftly winding his tail around her again and pulling her firmly into his arms.

“What are we waiting for?” he asked, puzzled.

“…Nothing.” What was the point in asking now that he was already in bed? Her expression soured instantly.

Naihe’s vertical green pupils locked onto her. “Sleep.”

“…” How was she supposed to sleep like this?

He stared at her for a long time, but when she didn’t close her eyes, they simply looked at each other. Eventually, it was as if something clicked in his mind. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “That’s a goodnight kiss.”

Fengguang: “…”

Thinking he’d kissed the wrong place, he pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips and asked matter-of-factly, “Want another?”

“…No.” She resigned herself, closed her eyes, and let out a heavy sigh in her heart.

Someone like Naihe—who had never been part of a normal social world—deserved her understanding. In a way, he was incredibly naïve.
Saying that to herself almost made her feel less like she’d just been groped… almost.

Gradually, her breathing evened out and her face relaxed. Naihe knew she was asleep. When she was awake, she was lively and sharp-tongued—if someone said one thing to her, she could fire back ten retorts. Even if she knew she couldn’t win and kept quiet, her dissatisfied eyes gave her away, as if she’d cursed the person a hundred times in her head.

But when she slept, she was peaceful and harmless, like the most beautiful piece of fruit, waiting to be picked.

Naihe’s throat bobbed. Unable to resist, he pressed his lips to hers, his hand slowly slipping under her clothes.

He kept his touch gentle, careful not to wake her, but he couldn’t deny that every time he saw her, he felt as if his long-dormant rutting season had arrived.

Control… control… He’d been restraining himself for so long. Surely taking just a little taste for himself now wasn’t such a big deal… right?

By dawn, his serpent tail had turned back into legs. Comforting himself with that thought, Naihe let his other hand wrap around the part of him that was already hard and straining.

Imagining her beneath him, yielding in pleasure, he took in another deep breath of her sweet scent and exhaled with a satisfied sigh.

Five hundred years ago, Naihe never would have imagined he’d become this perverted.

And yes—this was perverted.