Catching Wild Snakes
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Bai Qingqing was on the brink of tears. That long and chilly thing… how could she—who had raised a nest of little snakes—not be able to tell what that was.
"It's under my skirt. Ah!" Bai Qingqing let out a raspy shriek, her voice sounding even shakier now. "It's coiled itself around my leg…"
Muir swam to Bai Qingqing's side and reached out a hand towards her skirt.
"Oi!" Bai Qingqing was so startled that she felt a layer of heat spread over her cold body. Her originally stiff body became stiffer yet.
"Don't cry, I'm just catching the snake," Muir replied in his deep voice. His arms were rather long, to begin with, so, when he stood at the same height as Bai Qingqing, his hand could just nicely reach Bai Qingqing's leg.
Who… who's crying! Why are the males accusing me of crying all the time?
Bai Qingqing blinked and gently trod the water. She didn't dare to move recklessly, her senses occupied by the chilly and smooth water snake.