Although he couldn't die of thirst at home, the nature of his blood made Moore do it.

The voice reminds Bai Qingqing of the old hen holding her nest. Suddenly, she chuckles.

I don't know if Moore will fry feathers like a hen to protect her young when the eggs hatch and catch the eagles himself.

Ouch, I can't. The more I think about it, the more I can't help laughing.

Bai Qingqing's stomach ached with laughter. The smile on his face was twisted badly, but he couldn't stop laughing.

Moore and Vincent cast confused eyes at the same time. Is Qingqing happy? Why does it always make them feel funny?

Bai Qingqing sinks half of her face into the quilt, conceals her uncontrollable smile, and leans on the tiger beside her.

"Curtis is asleep?" Bai Qingqing asked with a smile.

Vincent put a front leg on Bai Qingqing's body and made a hug. Then the tiger became a strong man, making the hug more stable.

Vincent held Bai Qingqing to his chest and lay on his stomach. He stroked her back without touching her. "Well, I went to sleep last night.

"He's been sleeping so early this year." Bai Qingqing pursed, but she had no regrets about giving birth before Curtis went to sleep.

Although this baby is not Curtis's, somehow, she just thinks Curtis should be here, maybe because the difference is several months.

Vincent's hand slowly moved to Bai Qingqing '.

"What are you doing?" Bai Qingqing pretends to stare at Vincent angrily to cover up her own feelings.

She doesn't want to make a bad impression on her partner because she doesn't like her new baby.

Vincent didn't know where to annoy his partner. He was a little flustered, but his heart beat faster for a moment.

Qingqing's eyes are really beautiful. They are so charming when staring at people. They are not angry, but seductive.

He hurt her.

Vincent thought so, and he would not touch it. His deep, thick voice was full of tenderness: "OK, I don't touch it. Are you hungry? I'll make breakfast for you. What do you want?"

Bai Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "if you want to have bird soup, you need the soup made by the broken wing bird."

Vincent said with a smile, "I know you like soup. It's already stewed. I'll bring you a bowl."

If it wasn't for making food in the middle of the night and adding firewood to the Kang, Vincent wouldn't have fallen asleep at daybreak.

"Mm-hmm." Bai Qingqing nodded happily, licked his dry mouth, and said, "I need to wash my mouth."

"Good."

Vincent crawled out of the bed carefully, not letting off a trace of heat.

She lost too much blood in childbirth, and Bai Qingqing was very weak. As soon as Vincent left, her quilt quickly cooled.

Lying in the quilt, looking at the dry and white slate not far away, Bai Qingqing wants to climb over. It must be warm there.

The smell of bird soup came out, and leopard cubs moved without going to the kitchen and ran directly to their mother.

"Ouch, ouch!"

Bai Qingqing, as if seeing a savior, quickly opened a small opening in the quilt and urged: "come in, mom is freezing to death."

"Ouch ~" the little leopards were so clever that they immediately drilled into the quilt.

They ran all the way in the cold wind. Their hair was cool, and when they came in, they made Bai Qingqing shiver. Soon the cold hair was ironed by the hot bodies of the cubs, which made the quilt warm again.