"Vivian!"
It's White, that big dumb pig!
He nuzzles around Vivian's neck, but Vivian Morgan also enjoys the blissful feel of his fur.
So comfortable!
Luckily Gabriel Moore isn't here, if he were, he'd surely pick White up and throw him out.
Vivian Morgan lifts him with both hands, smiling, "Looks like you've been well-fed lately! Your fur is so smooth and soft, what good stuff have you been eating recently?"
White didn't say Gabriel Moore sent him jade, just not much, enough to recover the Spiritual Power he spent before.
Mainly Hiram Southgate also took good care of him, eating and sleeping daily—comfortable!
White, being pampered by Vivian, sighed longly, "This is the benefit of being a pet now, I go out and plenty of people hug me. Give me lots of delicious treats. Vivian, I don't want to go back now, when I go back, even the food is not enough."
Vivian Morgan suddenly got upset, "What are you saying? Is my Demon Clan treating you poorly?"
