Last night he had too much to drink, and when he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, Chen Ying vaguely saw an additional dark figure in the luxury cat house.
At the time, he was bursting to go, and by the time he came back after taking care of business, that dark figure had vanished.
After searching around the front and back of the house and not finding anything, Chen Ying thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He scratched his head, wrapped his clothes tightly around him, and jogged back to his room to continue sleeping.
At seven-thirty, bursts of exclamation came from outside. Chen Ying woke from his sleep, still not quite awake, rubbed his eyelids, yawned, and poked his head out from the second floor to look.
"Holy crap, what the heck is that?"
"A pig, maybe?"
"It doesn't look like it, whose pig looks like that? It doesn't seem like a wild boar either."
