The little snake raised its upper body, watching the bearded Indian man emerge from the sofa.
Perhaps it was just an illusion, but Shen Lingman could have sworn she saw a flicker of human-like mockery in the creature's eyes. It seemed to hold the bearded man in complete contempt.
The bearded man’s eyes were a dull, yellowish hue. He looked Shen Lingman up and down, his gaze lewd, and he swallowed hard. He adjusted his beard with one hand, then performed an exaggerated thrusting motion toward Shen Lingman, seemingly trying to flaunt his "sewing needle."
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