Chapter 393: No milk

Moore brought the clothes and asked, "Are you strong? Do I help you wear it or wear it yourself?"
Bai Qingqing twitched the corner of his mouth and said awkwardly: "Let's put it first, the cub wants to ... eat-milk."
"Well." Moore had no sense of shame about this, and looked as usual: "Then you will feed them, and I will feed you."
With that said, Moore picked up the broth aside.
Bai Qingqing shook his head and pulled the quilt up again. "Don't come over, don't look at me."
Moore put the soup aside and turned his body obediently, "Okay, don't patronize the child, remember to drink the soup."
Bai Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, turned his back to the outside, and circled the leopard cubs around his chest.
The young leopards yelled "Aoaooao" and arched in front of Bai Qingqing's chest while yelling. Bai Qingqing helped two hold their left and right chests, and the other didn't, so he had to keep touching it.
The young leopards were all dry, and they could not feel the hair dirty or dirty. They felt smooth to the touch.
"Meow ~ Meow ~"
The young leopard, with nothing in his mouth, cried pitifully, his voice weak, and it appeared to be a slightly weaker one in a litter.
It is not accidental that it is left, the body is weak, and there is no sense of existence.
Bai Qingqing said softly: "The baby doesn't cry, you will be there in a moment."
She talked while paying attention to how she felt on her chest.
Didn't feel anything, did the baby drink milk?
Thinking about it this way, a young leopard with milk on his head bumped into the chest, causing Bai Qingqing's chest to ache due to breast milk swelling.
Bai Qingqing didn't expect that the breastfeeding would still hurt, frowning and prepared to endure, but the young leopard simply loosened his mouth and howled, screaming more than the poor young leopard.
Then the other baby leopard slackened and cried.
"What's wrong?" Moore heard the movement and turned his head inward.
Bai Qingqing busy said: "It's okay, don't look back."
Moore stopped talking and sat quietly at the door.
Bai Qingqing looked at the baby leopard dumbfounded, and then looked at his chest. It was glowing red, and there was no milk at all.
Sometimes when I wake up, I still spill milk here, why can't I come out when it is used?
Bai Qingqing let the third little leopard try to eat for a while, but still no milk.
Listening to the pitiful cry of the leopard cubs, Bai Qingqing felt terribly distressed and began to squeeze by himself.
She hasn't cut her nails for two months. She has long nails, her haven't squeezed out, but she has scratched her skin, causing pain.
What should I do?
Bai Qingqing can't wait to stretch his neck and himself.
"Qing Qing?" Moore's voice spread again, with a worried mood, "The cubs are crying badly, what's wrong? Isn't the milk enough?"
More than enough? Not at all!
Bai Qingqing said bitterly: "I don't know what happened, they can't get milk."
Moore's face changed, and he hurriedly got up and came, "You must be eating less, drink soup."
Moore blamed himself because he didn't take care of Qingqing so that she didn't even have milk to feed her cubs.
Bai Qingqing thought that Moore was right. He picked up the bowl and killed it in one bite. The soup was warm and comfortable to drink into the stomach.
Not to mention, after eating, Bai Qingqing felt much stronger. Maybe there is milk now.
With hope, Bai Qingqing specially selected the leopard cub that seemed a little more lively and active, and let it try.