Summary
Chapter 0 That Black Snake Always Climbs into My Bed at Night The first time that Black Snake climbed into my bed, I nearly fainted from pure terror. He was pitch black from head to tail. His tail coiled around my calf while his golden slit pupils stared at me unblinkingly in the dark, as if he might snap his jaws shut and bite through my neck at any moment. I didn’t even dare to cry; I could only lie there, body stiff, enduring until dawn. But when I woke up the next morning, a bag of my favorite honeyed dates had appeared by the bedside. On the third day, it was the silver hairpin I’d been missing for half a month. On the seventh day, that Black Snake transformed into a man right before my eyes. With his long hair draped over his shoulders and his narrow, upturned eyes, he leaned lazily against the headboard. He toyed with my hair tie, his voice excessively low and husky. “You’ve accepted so many of my gifts.” “Isn’t it about time… you gave me an official status?”