The last scene that Hu Qianqian remembered was the squeaking ceiling fan in the rental house, the eighth version of the PPT that had just been revised on the computer screen, and the last piece of fried chicken left in the take-out box.
She worked overtime until her eyes went black, her head felt dizzy, and she fell straight onto the table.
The last thought in my mind is: I will never accept the boss's unreasonable demands again…
When I open my eyes again, the world is wrong.
First of all, there was the smell - a foul muddy smell, mixed with an indescribable fishy odor, which had nothing to do with her bottle of lavender aromatherapy worth tens of yuan.
Then there's the touch.
My whole body was heavy, as if wrapped in a thick, wet quilt. I raised my hand and looked——
Hu Qianqian almost lost her temper on the spot.
That was not her slender, fair little hand that had been getting manicures all year round, but a black, furry, plump pig's hoof with several big pleats!
"... What the hell?"
When she opened her mouth, her voice was rough, dull, and buzzing, which was completely different from her usual sweet and soft girlish voice.
Hu Qianqian suddenly struggled to get up, lowered her head and looked at herself——
Her round belly was like a big bucket stuffed with cotton, drooping downwards, almost covering her feet. The whole body is covered with dark brown bristles, which are thick and prickly. Its arms and legs are as thick as pillars, and there are two big forked pig hooves at its feet.
The worst thing is the head.
