Blurb：
Sofia, a white snake monster who can transform into human form, is secretly dating capital young master Liam Quinn. When she accidentally gets pregnant, she tests Liam by asking if he'd keep a pet snake. His disgusted rejection makes her flee to her mountain hometown. But Liam reveals his true snake shifter nature, chasing her down with his golden snake eyes and massive snake tail.
With over a dozen snake sisters and a frustrated snake father depending on them to find wealthy partners, Sofia tries to land a sugar daddy by studying TV dramas like Boss & Me. After failed attempts at hospital blood donation scenarios, she encounters Liam Quinn again—bleeding from a car accident and refusing medical help due to his unique blood type.
This snake shifter romance explores secrets, pregnancy, and the complicated dynamics of a snake family trying to survive in the human world.
Content：
I'm a little white snake monster, who could transform in to human-form.Now dating the capital's young master, Liam Quinn.
As his “Human”girlfriend.
After accidentally getting pregnant with him, I cautiously tested him:
Would you like to keep a pet snake?
He shook his head, his tone full of disgust:
"No, snakes are cold-blooded and disgusting creatures. If it were up to me, I’d wish they didn’t exist."
I felt a little sad.
I hired an long-trip driver overnight, and fled back to my hometown in the mountains.
But halfway there, I woke up from a nap to find the driver gone.
Suddenly, something tight wrapped around my waist.
I found myself tightly coiled by a massive snake tail.
Terrified, I turned my head and met Liam’s dangerous golden snake eyes:
"You’re pregnant—why did you run away? Isn’t the child mine? Hmm?
"Tell me, who were you going to find?"
I was stunned:
"You… you’re a snake too…?"
I have over a dozen sisters.
My dad often says we’re useless.
After finally cultivating into human form, we still can’t land a sugar daddy, forcing him to survive on dead mice every day.
Munching on a cupcake, I muttered under my breath:
"If you’re so capable, why don’t you cultivate human form yourself, and charm some sugar mommy…"
He got so angry he straightened up and started ranting:
"If only this cultivation technique wasn’t passed down only to females and not males, would I have been abandoned by your cold-blooded mother after she used me and threw me away?!”
"I would’ve charmed countless wealthy women by now!”
"Would I depending on you useless to bring food back every day to feed me?"
He used his snake tail to swipe the remaining three cupcakes from the box.
While eating, he lectured us:
"Can’t you girls try harder?
"Can’t you learn from those TV dramas? Learn how successful people land billionaires."
We looked at each other.
Pulled out our phones and started studying TV series intently.
Dad saw us looking so studious and thought his good days were just around the corner.
But he didn’t know.
We fried our brains watching those shows.
My father pointed at me, and said to the other sisters:
"Can’t you learn from Sofia? She watches modern city (overbearing CEO) dramas! She clearly found the right path."
I looked down at my phone playing Boss & Me.
Swallowed hard.
I’m so hungry.
I really want to eat that liver paté sandwich too.
The right path?
What right path?
What is the old man rambling about now?
To get that liver paté sandwich.
Oh, wait, no.
To land a wealthy man and provide for Dad.
I camped out at the hospital every day, waiting for some wealthy person to need me to bravely donate blood.
I waited.
For 21 days.
After being rejected 71 times, told to get lost, and even almost having the cops called on me.
I decided to give up.
Boo hoo.
TV dramas are all lies.
I need to go home and tell my poor dad.
Sorry, Dad, you’ll have to keep eating mice.
Just consider your daughter useless.
I walked out dejectedly.
Bumped into someone being carried off an ambulance.
The man on the stretcher looked familiar.
Liam Quinn, a hugely influential figure in the capital.
He seemed to have been in a car accident, covered in blood, barely conscious.
Even so.
He gathered his strength to yell at his assistant:
"I said take me home, not to the hospital! Who told you to make that call?"
The assistant tearfully replied:
"Mr. Quinn, please stop talking. What’s your blood type? I need to tell the doctors so they can save you!"
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