I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 04

I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 04

When I went back to the living room,

his tail was gone.

The man sat on the couch, legs crossed, cold and shadowed again.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at me.

I was confused: “I thought you… didn’t have a sex drive.”

His voice was low and rough: “Normal biological response. It’s been too long since my last suppressant shot.”

I nodded: “Oh, okay.”

Ella never would’ve given him suppressants if she’d wanted him. He couldn’t have held back that hard earlier. How’d he dealt with it before?

I didn’t push it.

I poured him warm water and handed it over:

“Rest today. You can help with chores tomorrow. Take extra days if you need to…”

He cut me off: “Did you treat thern the same way?”

I blinked

Them? The wolves?

I hesitated, then nodded.

Even though humans and beastmen were supposed to be equal, beastmen bonded to masters. People said to be gentle with them.

A long silence.

Im Serpentes.” He said quietly.

I smiled Hi. Serpentes. I’m Mia Sterling.”

He stood up and walked toward the balcony without emotion.

My eyes widened “Your room’s not over there! Wait-are you jumping? If you hate it here, I’ll call Ella to take you back

Brushed after him,

He bent down, opened the washing machine, and pulled out my clean clothes one by one.

He was hanging them up.

Jay had tossed my clothes in the washer that morning but left them there.

J watched his long fingers hold my laundry and scratched my cheek: “I’ll buy a dryer in a few days. You won’t have to hang them.”

Serpentes didn’t reply.