392: The Babies Wouldn't Starve to Death, Right?

The Babies Wouldn't Starve to Death, Right?

In the end… there was still nothing.1

If they were in the modern world, she could still ask a doctor or check online to find out about the situation. However, in this place, she had no one to turn to.

Moreover, she was in the peacock village. Even if there were experienced old females, they might not know how to resolve this either.

Bai Qingqing was on the verge of crying. The children she had with Parker wouldn't starve to death, right?

"Muir, why don't you go ask the females in the tribe. It'd be good if anyone knows about this." Bai Qingqing looked toward Muir with her eyes filled with hope.

Muir patted her heard, his heart aching for her, and he said as if he was giving an oath, "I won't let your children starve to death. Be good and stay at home. I'll be back very soon."

"Mm."

Muir's assurance let Bai Qingqing feel a lot more at ease. The leopard cubs were hungry and kept on crying, so she cradled them, humming simple nursery rhymes.

It didn't take long before Muir came back. As expected, no one knew about breastfeeding.

The atmosphere in the room turned bad.

Muir went down the tree. When he came back up, he was holding onto a mud ball. He covered it up with leaves and cracked it open. An intense meat fragrance was emitted.

"I secretly watched you make this in the past and gave it a try today. I didn't expect it to be quite successful. Give it a try." Muir put the meat in the bowl and handed it to her.

Bai Qingqing had put on her dress. She scratched her head and appeared impatient. "How can I possibly have the appetite to eat?"

"You have to eat, even if it's for the children." Muir sat down next to Bai Qingqing, tearing off a piece of meat and feeding her. "Be good."

Bai Qingqing threw a glance at him and opened her mouth to take the meat, chewing on it as if she was chewing on wax. Seeing that Muir was planning on continuing to feed her in this manner, Bai Qingqing quickly placed the children on her lap and snatched the bowl from him.

"I'll do it myself."

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."

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