San Niang's bout of melancholy lasted less than an hour in total; once she realized "might as well sleep," her mood suddenly improved.
Zhao Changhe took her in his arms, and she no longer pretended to maintain the pose of a Venerable's superior status—it had to be her playing with the little pig herself. Lazily being held, she leaned into Zhao Changhe's embrace, relaxing her mind.
After all, the man was very dependable. With him around, Guigui could nest without the need to think—it was alright not to exert effort even in battles. Everything would just come to an end.
When all was said and done, it was time to relax and take it easy, wasn't it? Why worry about so much?
Zhao Changhe particularly enjoyed holding her as well. Among his beauties, only San Niang had this special fleshiness which felt especially comfy to hold—it felt not like Guigui, but like a cat at this moment.
