Shapeshifters
His Beautiful Snake
I picked up a beautiful black snake.
I often held it in my palm, idly playing with it.
Its tail would coil around my arm, the cool sensation so pleasing I could hardly bear to let go.
Later, in the depths of night, that same cool tail wrapped around my waist, my stomach, and my thighs, bringing an entirely different kind of sensation.
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
One Thousand and Three Nights
My virginity was sold by my family to a seventy-year-old tycoon for the steep price of one million yuan.
The price was fair, all things considered. After all, I wasn’t just selling my virtue; I was selling my life.
On our wedding night, the old man squeezed my throat and asked, “Do you have any final wishes?”
To stay alive, I told him three stories.
And then, I made a prophecy.
“You will die within my third story.”
