After dinner, he sat quietly on the sofa alone as darkness stained the sky and the earth sank into shadow. At that moment, Pigsy sat quietly outside Haitian City, gazing at the distant sea. Moonlight reflected on his face, making him look somewhat lost. When he raised his head, he saw the moon gradually emerging, as though something awaited him there.
"Since ancient times, deep love has left only regret, and this regret stretches on without end!" Having finished his lament, Second Brother pulled out a bottle of liquor and took a swig. With a chicken drumstick in his hand, he looked carefree and content. One bite of meat swept all his troubles away. He was a pig, after all-that was just their nature.
"Have you washed the pots? Have you washed the bowls? All those vegetables just came in-have you washed them?" A clear, crisp voice sounded behind him. Pigsy sprang to his feet reflexively and turned to see the female ghost Nie Xiaoqian, dressed in white office attire with a short skirt. At the sight of the glasses framing her eyes, his heart gave a violent thump. A phrase seemed to flash through his mind: My nutrition can't keep up.
Well, he generally reacted that way to any female ghost or spirit.
He lowered his brows, cowed by her stare. Second Brother's old face flushed, and he tilted his head slightly, sticking a finger in his mouth. "Big sister, I've washed them all. What else would you like me to do? I'll listen to anything you say!"
"I'm not your big sister!" Nie Xiaoqian was speechless. What the hell are you blushing for?
Unfortunately, Pigsy was just that innocent-or so he believed. "Lady Bodhisattva!"
Nie Xiaoqian nearly threw up. Nothing this fellow said could be trusted. Everyone on