My Snake Boyfriend Is a Total Simp Chapter 2

But what to get was the problem.

After a lap around the pet store yielded nothing, I walked down the street, feeling defeated.

I spotted a bench and sat down to rest.

My gaze wandered to a nearby bush.

A creepy-crawly sensation spread over my body, and my legs turned to jelly.

There was a snake in the grass, sunbathing.

I stood up shakily, ready to bolt. I moved carefully, terrified of disturbing Mr. Snake's sunbathing session.

Two steps later, it hit me. Cats, dogs, hamsters—too common. What if I kept a snake?

And not just any pet store snake. A wild one.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't move.

I turned back, pulled out my phone, and used an app to identify it.

The result: Rat Snake. Non-venomous.

The little black snake was still blissfully soaking up the sun, looking incredibly relaxed. He had no idea danger was approaching.

In a flash, I pinched him by his "seventh inch"—the spot behind the head where you're supposed to grab a snake.

The little black snake finally reacted, thrashing wildly. Startled, I almost let go. He whipped his head around, ready to bite, but then froze.

We stared at each other. The snake tilted his head. He retracted his fangs, flicked his tongue, and licked my hand.

I swear I saw a hint of ingratiation in his actions.

Was he also captivated by my unique aura?

I didn't dare move. If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.

The snake seemed to calm down. He hung there obediently, widening his eyes as if trying to look cute.

I tentatively patted his head.

"From today on, you're not a stray snake anymore."

He nudged my palm.

Why did the little black snake look shy? I must be seeing things. Snakes can't be shy.