At night, Yan Zhengya returned to his room holding a plump little pig that had eaten to its heart's content. After cleaning the little pig up, the pig snuggled into the bed, leaving just its small head outside, watching Yan Zhengya undress.
"Little pig, you ungrateful little thing, sticking to Tianmiao all day, don't you miss me?" Yan Zhengya also got into bed and pulled the little pig into his arms.
Snort, how could that be? I like Daddy the most! The little pig snorted back, nudging its pink little snout.
"What do you think their origins are?" Yan Zhengya turned over, lying on his stomach on the bed. The little pig, mimicking him, turned over and lay on the pillow, stretching out its four little pig hooves, letting out a snort. Its small eyes turned, sneaking a sideways glance at Yan Zhengya.
