Chapter 392 - The Babies Wouldn’t Starve to Death, Right? (2/2)

Muir said encouragingly, “Eat more. You might just get milk in a while.”

Bai Qingqing gave a non-committed reply. The situation was too bad, and she was in no mood to care if this topic was embarrassing or not.

The cubs were tired from the crying and dozed off again. Bai Qingqing was afraid that they’d die from hunger and didn’t dare to sleep this time around. Every once in a while, she’d squeeze her breasts.

The strange thing was that even though her breasts felt unbearably bloated that her skin was all tensed up tightly, she wasn’t able to squeeze out any milk.

Could it be that… were her pores too fine?

At this thought, Bai Qingqing found an excuse to get Muir to leave, then took a look at her chest.

As expected, her skin was very smooth, with almost no pores to be seen. How could milk come out easily?

A realization struck bai Qingqing. It’d probably take a hard suck to clear them.

People often used the saying that they had exerted the strength it took for them to suck out milk to show that they had already done their best. That showed that it would require quite a significant force.

Bai Qingqing shook a leopard cub awake and said softly, “Baby, come, try again.”

“Meow meow—” The cub’s eyes hadn’t opened, but when his mouth came into contact with something, he instinctively opened his mouth and bit onto it.

Bai Qingqing cheered in her heart for him, feeling uneasy.

Suddenly, Muir, who had left, came back. He had brought along the purple balls that Bai Qingqing had “wanted to eat.” He stood outside the door, and his gaze went into a daze for a moment. He then held onto his breath.

“Howl!”

After not being able to drink anything after very long, the cub opened its mouth and cried out loudly, baring his bare gums as well as his pink and tender tongue, appearing very pitiful.

His eyes had moistened up. It seemed that he was crying.

Bai Qingqing felt horrible as if she had been punched. She didn’t care about tidying her clothes and quickly cradled him.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Baby, be good. There’ll be food in a while.”