Standing three meters away from Shekh, the snake farm owner, holding a snakeskin bag and hook in one hand, looked slightly bewildered. Rubbing his eyes, he was quite certain that the leash used to lead the dog was indeed a snake.

Shi Jin folded a napkin to wipe his hands and asked the dazed snake farm owner, "Your snakes?"

"Ah, right, you were the one who called me just now, weren't you?" The snake farm owner finally realized who it was. "Thank you for your help, this snake..."

"Bring the bag here." Shekh pressed down on the snake's head, causing it to release its tail.

The black Great Dane wagged its tail and returned to the snake farm owner's side, its eyes looking slightly aggrieved as it kept looking up.

The snake farm owner stroked the dog's head, stretched his upper body forward, and opened the opening of the snakeskin bag towards Shekh.

The sensible cobra didn't struggle and crawled back into the snakeskin bag. Once the snake farm owner could no longer see the tip of its tail, he quickly pulled and tied the bag shut.

"You guys are really bold. I wouldn't dare to grab you like that. If I got bitten, it would be terrible."

That's incredibly daring; he's never seen anything like it before.

If one of these snakes bites someone and kills them, not only will he have to pay compensation, but his snake farm will also be in trouble.

"Be more careful in the future."

Shi Jinzhe didn't want to say much more. They were the only table left in the restaurant, and he just wanted to finish eating quickly and go home.

The snake farm owner noticed what had happened, thanked him repeatedly, and left with his dog. Before leaving, he offered to pay the bill for Shi Jinzhe.

After finishing the last sip of watermelon juice, Shekh said contentedly, "We've eaten enough, let's go."

Shi Jinzhe: "Are you full?"

"A moderate amount." Shekh gestured a small distance between his thumb and forefinger. "Don't eat too much."

"Really not eating?"

"I'm not eating anymore."

The reticulated python in the reptile house had a small head and a big belly because it was kept by someone. Shekh didn't want his body to be several times thicker than his head after he transformed into a snake, which would be too disproportionate.

"We can go home now."

Shi Jinzhe took out his car keys: "It's been a long time since I heard you say that."

The night had long since fallen silent, and only red lights could barely stop the speeding cars for two minutes.

In the more remote suburbs, even the spacing between streetlights has been increased, and when entering the auxiliary road that encircles the artificial island, drivers must constantly reduce their speed.

Sheikh sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through his phone. As he scrolled, he saw photos of himself catching snakes and walking dogs online. The person who took the photos looked panicked, and the pictures were all blurry.

She clicked on the larger image to see it more closely, but the image cracked.

With another swipe, the previous post, which was flagged as a violation, is gone.

Shekh lay back on the reclining chair. “I feel like some unnamed being. Some people have seen me, but are not allowed to discuss me.”

Shi Jinzhe casually replied, "Show some concern for me, I do too."

"Isn't this just the request you made to your subordinates? Why should I care about you?"

"I mainly want you to care about me; the reason isn't important."

"Okay, I'm concerned about you."

Shekh reached across the central armrest with one hand and pinched Shi Jinzhe's waist as if punishing him.

Then his fingers slid down, prying open the folded hem of his clothes, his fingernails pressing down on his belt buckle and loosening it, causing a series of clicking sounds as the buckle closed in the dark car.

Finding it too tiring to straighten her arms, she rolled over, pulled one leg up, and placed it bent on the side of the chair, her posture resembling that of someone lying on their side, with her face turned towards the floor.

With his arms relaxed and able to move more freely, Sheikh looked up at the driver.

"Do I care about you enough?"

Shi Jinzhe remained silent, only glancing briefly at her hand.

"You ask me to care about you, but you're not saying anything."

Through the windshield, Schechter saw that the road was lined with purple lisianthus, and the gatekeeper ahead was opening the ornate iron gate for the slowing car.

Once you enter this door, you'll be home.

After navigating the last two bends, Shi Jinzhe silently drove the final stretch of road and arrived on the island.

Only the landscape lights in the flowerbeds were on on the entire artificial island, and a car came to a smooth stop under the dappled shadows of the trees.

As Shi Jin extinguished the engine, he put his hand around her waist and turned his head to ask, "Is this the way you show concern?"

Shekh sat up: "Don't you like it? I like it very much."

"I like it." Shi Jinzhe was about to continue when his phone rang at an inopportune moment.

I glanced at the number; it belonged to Chi Yu.

It's not important, no need to answer.

The call ended abruptly, then vibrated again a second later. After the second call ended, a message appeared on the screen.

Chi Yu: [Someone's looking for you at your doorstep, claiming to be your girlfriend's aunt and uncle. They don't look like them at all; they look like they're trying to extort money.]

[I forgot you moved; it's the old Cheng family's house.]

There was no major upheaval at the end of the day, and even if Shekh had parents, they wouldn't be in this world.

He replied: "Please call the police."

In the passenger seat, Shekh unbuckled his seatbelt, noticed that Shi Jin hadn't moved, and sat back down. "Is something wrong?"

Shi Jinzhe turned his phone screen around, and Shehe zoomed in and out with two fingers. Just then, Chi Yu called, and he answered the call without thinking.

Chi Yu: "It's not that I don't want to call the police, but someone definitely brought them in on purpose. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get in. It looks like they're being used as pawns to cause you trouble. I can't get rid of them."

Shi Jin switched hands to hold the phone, and with a look, he told Shekh, "Wait for me a moment."

Sher reluctantly closed the car door, waiting to get out of the car with Shi Jinzhe.

Shi Jinzhe said to the other side, "It's probably some jealous person who can't stand not causing me some trouble. If they're not leaving, then we don't need to worry about them. Whoever brought them in is responsible."

Chi Yu chattered on and on, and Sheh turned to listen. The complex dialect mixed with his incredibly fast-paced Mandarin made the listener frown.

She wasn't going to listen anymore; eventually, things would work out.

Sher leaned over and helped him unbuckle his seatbelt, unexpectedly meeting the gaze of Shi Jinzhe, who had been following his every move.

The silent gaze lasted for a few seconds, then the interrupted ambiguity re-emerged, and Shekh suddenly kissed him.

After kissing several times, Shi Jinzhe continued speaking only after Chi Yu on the other end of the phone said "hello" twice.

"You decide what to do..."

Once he spoke, Shekh could no longer kiss him, so he had to shift his focus to kissing elsewhere.

He would put his arm around her neck and touch the side of her neck, or as he turned, he would repeatedly fold the buttons on her clothes, unbuttoning and then buttoning them up again.

Shi Jinzhe repeatedly said yes, this was his family matter, and Chi Yu had called him in the middle of the night to help him resolve it. It would be too impolite to hang up immediately, so he could only grit his teeth and listen.

Holding Sheh's arm, Shi Jinzhe watched as she straddled the seat and sat completely on his lap, showing a tendency to escalate the situation.

Shekh's mouth remained silent as he asked, "How much longer until you're finished?"

"Soon."

Shi Jin's hand, which had been resting on her shoulder, fell to her lap and disappeared into the hem of her skirt.

Chi Yu was so enthusiastic; he said more in one phone call than he did in a week.

Shi Jinzhe cleared his throat: "I'll take responsibility for the consequences. Ask them how much money they want, then report it as fraud. That's it, it's too late..."

He looked down and realized that Sheikh had taken off his belt. He stammered and almost asked a question out of the blue.

"Didn't you say you weren't in a hurry?"

Sher spent the evening watching movies and having dinner, completely relaxed and not showing any sign of wanting to think about anything.

Shekh hung up his phone, not even giving the other person time to say goodbye.

"It's not urgent tonight, it's urgent now."

Sheh slumped over, unbuttoning his folded clothes. "You're so slow, I don't want to wait anymore."