The man poked the snow demon's flat belly with his long and slender fingers, and his mellow voice was like wine laced with honey: Are there any snake balls in here? The snow demon slapped the fly away impatiently: You perverted snake, you want to give birth You are born, hurry up, and you can kneel down after bedtime. The man's beautiful eyes are as bright as obsidian, slightly curved, and the eunuch next to him whispered: 'Your Majesty, according to the old minister, if you work a few more times, the snake Eggs Ken...