Li Qiang crouched in front of Lin Xi, gently grasping her delicate hand, and whispered, "Why did it come out again? Wasn't it fine just now?"
Lin Xi felt a bit wronged, "It got pressed while measuring for size, and the milk just started spilling out. What should I do? There's no water bottle here, and today's milk is going to be wasted. I promised it to Sister Xiaoman..."
"Wasted? Drinking it is anything but a waste."
As he spoke, Li Qiang moved Lin Xi's hands away and wrapped his lips around that little cherry-scented bead, swallowing continuously as her sweet milk flowed into his mouth.
The taste of the milk wasn't fishy at all, rather it carried a hint of sweetness that made Li Qiang like it more with each gulp, but one mouth could hardly contain the ceaseless stream from both of her little white rabbits. He could only cover the other side with his hand, planning to drink from it later.