"Buzz!!"
In the loving, heaven-descending sacred light, all around were various little pigs and birds dressed in white robes, holding harps and bows.
These piglets and birds, resembling angels, sang songs, encircling a holy relic in the center of Yan Huan's living room.
It was a piece of white triangular cloth bathed in sacred light, seemingly an intimate belonging of some young girl.
On the white cloth, adorable cartoon images of "Angry Piglets" were embroidered, demonstrating its owner's purity,
"I am a devout follower of the Niu Niu Sect, oink. Are you offering this pair of white triangle panties or this pair of white triangle panties, oink?"
Yan Huan just stared dully at the "Holy Relic" in the center of the living room's sacred light, and in the next second, his whole expression stiffened.
Bohao!!
Do you remember the last time Spencer stayed over at the house?
