My stray cat, whom I regularly feed, dragged in a half-dead white snake as a "gift." I nearly fainted from shock, but then a barrage of floating comments appeared before my eyes: [No way! The snake-shifter male lead was supposed to be saved by the kind-hearted heroine! Instead, he got dragged in by a stray cat as a present for its human?!] [Damn it! That stray cat is useless! Bad kitty! Poor snakey!] [The biggest catch just fell into the villainess's lap! This white snake guy is loaded. Whoever saves him gets the gold!] My eyes lit up instantly! I grabbed the snake and rushed inside. A snake that drops gold coins? Finders keepers! 1 After cleaning the white snake's wounds, I placed him in a glass terrarium. Looking at the snake, which was nearly six feet long, I felt a shiver of fear. This is considered a pet snake? Someone clearly misunderstands the definition of "pet." I thought pet snakes were supposed to be as thick as a few fingers. I rummaged through my kitchen and found a few pieces of raw meat in the freezer, tossing them into the terrarium. The white snake flicked its tongue, glanced at the frozen meat, and turned away disdainfully, coiling itself up. "It's not gourmet, I know, but I'm broke. Since you're my pet now—" Before I could finish, the white snake suddenly raised its head. [LMAO! Look at the shock in his golden eyes! Did he hear that right? Who are you calling a pet?!] [Male Lead: I was forced here! Forced! Do you understand?!] [Damn it, where is that culprit cat?] The culprit, a fat orange tabby named Garfield, ignored everything and happily crunched on kibble nearby. Crunch, crunch, yum, yum, crunch. Delicious. [Male Lead: I will not eat this cheap trash like that fat cat!] [I'd rather starve!] [What's the point of living if I have to eat this garbage?!] This snake has some nerve. Being picky isn't a good habit. I ignored the snake, went to the kitchen, made myself some instant noodles, cracked an egg into it, and added two leaves of lettuce. A balanced, luxurious meal! Just as I finished slurping, the doorbell rang. I shuffled to the door in my slippers. Through the crack, I saw my neighbors—Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Lee—armed with brooms and spatulas, looking fierce. "Daisy! Where's the snake?!" "Don't hide it from us! Someone saw that orange cat drag a snake into your apartment. You're a girl living alone; we came to help!" Their eyes locked onto the terrarium in the living room. "That's the white snake! Don't be scared, we'll kill it for you!" As they raised their weapons, the white snake panicked. It pushed the lid open with surprising force, its scales rustling against the floor as it slithered straight into my bedroom. Not the bedroom! Mr. Zhang and the others charged in after it. "Where is it?" Mr. Zhang rubbed his eyes. I pretended not to see the white coil on the ceiling light fixture. "It probably escaped," I lied to Mr. Zhang. "That snake doesn't bite. Besides, you know I love animals. I was thinking of getting a pet anyway." Mr. Zhang dropped his can of bug spray. "A girl keeping a six-foot snake? Aren't you afraid it'll crawl into your bed at night?" I forced a smile, my fingers digging into the doorframe. "Just for fun. And... and for self-defense." Mr. Zhang looked at me, exasperated. "Well, if that's the case, then—" Crash! The ceiling light and the snake fell together. Before anyone could react, the white snake wrapped around my body, rubbing its head against my cheek affectionately. "See? I told you it makes a great pet." 2 The comments scrolled by frantically, filling my vision with mockery directed at the male lead: [His arrogance lasted exactly one second.] [Slap in the face! Male Lead one second ago: I will never be a pet. Next second: Why can't I be a pet?] [Look at how tight he's holding on! He's terrified Mr. Zhang will turn him into snake soup!] [I admit, I'm jealous of the snake. The villainess's body is fire!] [Am I the only one looking at her waist? Drop the workout routine, sis!] ... The neighbors left, shaking their heads. I tugged at the snake's tail, trying to peel him off me. He wouldn't budge. The white snake blinked curiously, as if discovering a new continent. Its tail rubbed against my skin. Its tongue flicked against my neck. The snake stared at me for a moment, then nuzzled into the crook of my neck. When its golden vertical pupils met mine, I swear I saw a faint blush. I sighed helplessly. "Um, can you get down? I can't breathe." Only then did the white snake slither down. On its way back to the terrarium, it bumped into the wall three times and the table leg twice. [Help! The snake boy is so satisfied his brain short-circuited!] [The virgin snake boy just experienced happiness for the first time in twenty-something years.] [Overheating warning! He was so arrogant wrapping around her, now he can't even walk straight! Hahaha!] [So innocent? Did he already name their future snake babies just from that hug?] [Emergency! My snake seems to have concussed himself from happiness!] 3 Maybe it was my "self-defense" comment. Since that day. When I left for work in the morning, the white snake would be waiting at the door. When I came home, he would follow me everywhere. Eating at the table. Sleeping in the bed. My already cramped apartment felt even smaller. Maybe it was Big Data listening, but since I got the snake, TikTok only recommended snake content to me. Snake habits, snake species, even... snake anatomy... But I wasn't interested in snakes. I was only interested in money. I kept scrolling. Suddenly, a video of a guy with abs flashed on the screen, tagged "Black Snake." "Sister, do you like a black snake like me?" The shameful voice echoed in my apartment. I shivered. Okay, fine. I'm interested in money and men. My morals were hanging by a thread called "poverty." Just as I hit "like" and opened the comments to type "Big Data knows me well," the white snake slithered over. With a flick of its tail, it swiped the screen. It selected: Show less like this. Then, satisfied, it slithered over to the other side of my bed. I pondered his motivation. Hm. Probably the same reason Garfield hates when I feed other stray cats. Instinctive possessiveness. 4 News of my pet snake spread through the neighborhood fast. The aunties and uncles held a meeting and decided that relying on a snake for protection wasn't a long-term plan. They concluded that a single girl living alone must be insecure to keep a snake. So the next day, they showed up with a stack of photos of eligible bachelors. "This one makes good money. Short, but his parents are locals. Not bad looking." "This one is tall and handsome, but his job is unstable." Auntie Sun asked me, "Daisy, what's your type? You have a stable job, you're pretty, and you don't have parents to worry about this for you. We're your family now. Tell us what you want!" I'm shallow. Life is already hard; if my husband is ugly, I might just give up. I looked at the photos. There was a guy named Simon Shen. Handsome, and younger than me. "Him. I like handsome guys." Auntie Sun beamed. "Got it! Arranging it!" They happily planned the first date location and left. I closed the door and turned around to meet a pair of staring snake eyes. Under his gaze, I felt guilty, like a cheater. Auntie Sun quickly set up the date. As I was getting ready to leave, the white snake suddenly wrapped around my waist. "No. You can't come." Raising this snake was temporary. I had my own life, and I was serious about finding a boyfriend and getting married. Bringing a snake? Absolutely not. But the snake wrapped tighter, his eyes refusing to take no for an answer. I pulled hard on his tail to unwind him. "Stop it." But seconds later, he was back. Helpless, I had to postpone the date.
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