Misty Cloud Translations

  Misty Cloud Translations

  Sima You Yue stood outside the door. The little golden snake often liked to pop in and out to play, so she could only call it out, take it in her hands and play with it.

  The little golden snake twined itself around Sima You Yue’s finger, and its tongue would occasionally lick her other finger.

  “You Yue, will there be any use knocking on the door?” Bei Gong Tang asked when she saw Sima You Yue just standing there..