Yun Hao had already been in such pain that he was slightly convulsing; at that moment, my coat suddenly draped over his frail, thin body.
It was as if spring had returned to the earth; his face gradually relaxed, and he clutched my clothes tightly to his chest like grasping at straws, "Don't... leave me behind again... Mommy..."
With a "plop," the restless Yun Hao finally tumbled from the leather sofa to the floor.
Yun Hao fell awkwardly, but he recovered back to his seat in a second.
Still half-clutching my coat, he rubbed his brow in discomfort, surrounded by an indescribably terrifying chill.
When his gaze fell on his tail that had turned into a snake's, his frown deepened, "Su Wan, close your eyes."
"They are closed." I guessed he hadn't expected to reveal his true form; now that he had noticed, he must have been quite embarrassed to put his pants back on.
Within a second, Yun Hao's voice rang out again, "You can open your eyes now."
