But how could Shadow listen at this moment? After putting the golden utensil away, he put his hand on the cow's breast. In the dark, he seemed to feel something soft being pinched. His anger was completely vented.
Go to the top. Then, tragedy is about to happen.
Milk shoots out in all directions like water
"Ah——" Under the night sky, the shadow's sad cry could be clearly heard.
"Hahaha..." When Shadow stood up again, no one in the audience could stop laughing. The handsome face in the past was now covered with white milk. Shadow showed a row of white teeth angrily.
, helplessly wiped the milk off his face with his hands and sleeves. He no longer cared about who was laughing at him. He didn't like the taste of milk, he really didn't like it.
"Shadow, the princess told you to be gentler. Why don't you understand?" Phantom looked gloating.
"I know! You don't need to remind me." Shadow gave him a sharp look and threw himself into work again.
After struggling like this for half an hour, Xia Zibing finally drank her first glass of milk in ancient times. She lay contentedly in Jun Moxiao's arms, licking her lips.
Although Jun Moxiao was very happy that Xia Zibing could finally eat something, a new problem came again. He really didn't understand. He was obviously very uncomfortable smelling the smell, but he drank Bing'er with gusto.
The most important thing was that he used to enjoy holding Bing'er like this the most. But now because of the abominable smell, enjoyment has become torture. He has been trying hard to restrain himself so that he can accept it.
At night, Jun Moxiao washed Xia Zibing's feet in person. It had been three months, and her flat belly had gradually begun to swell. He knew well that she was inconvenient to move at the moment, so he thoughtfully solved all the troubles for her.
"Xiao, you are so kind..."
The warm water lingered between her feet, and Jun Moxiao wiped her tender feet with a handkerchief. Although he was very unskilled, he could always do it very gently. With the person in the eyes of the world,
King Yongling is completely different from the other two.
Regarding Xia Zibing's words, Jun Moxiao just smiled softly and said gently: "Bing'er, I'm not good. There is nothing I can do to keep you hungry like this for a long time. If Bing'er hadn't solved this problem by herself,
, I really don’t know what to do.”
"Xiao, I can't blame you for this!" Xia Zibing sighed slightly and handed the dry handkerchief to Jun Mo Xiao, "Some things are beyond your power."
Jun Moxiao stopped talking and gently wiped Xia Zibing's feet.
"Go to sleep!"
He put her on the bed himself and was about to cover her with a quilt. However, Xia Zibing stopped the movement of his hands.
"Xiao!" She smiled mysteriously, stroking her belly happily: "From now on, think about a name for your baby."
Jun Moxiao smiled fondly. When he mentioned the baby, he leaned down and put it on his abdomen: "Yes! It's really time to make preparations. You have to think about it."
"Bing'er, he's moved! This boy is good and bad, and he actually mentioned his father. How brave!" Even though the words made people feel very angry, when they spoke, they revealed sweetness and the unique joy of a father.
Xia Zibing couldn't help but laugh, and stroked Jun Moxiao's head like a pampered child: "Xiao, are you too happy and delusional? How can a three-month-old child move?"