I Brewed His Lover Into Wine

Summary

On my birthday, my husband gifted me a pristine, snow-white snake.

I immediately took it to an apothecary in Chinatown and had it drowned in a jar of high-proof medicinal liquor.

Because this time, I woke up with my memory intact. I was reborn.

In my past life, I pampered this snake like royalty. She ate the finest delicacies and slept in a custom, heated jade terrarium that cost me a small fortune. Yet, out of everyone, she only ever chose to bite me.

At first, it was just a nightly habit. She would wind around my wrist, drawing a few drops of blood.