For some inexplicable reason, Mo Shu felt a bit uncomfortable and cautiously asked, "What exactly are you trying to do?"
The throat of the Creator God seemed to move slightly. He ignored her, instead looking at the little creature that was grasping his finger and nibbling away.
The little creature clung to his hand, its pink gums gnawing on his finger, and it smiled widely at the Creator God, its eyes seemingly filled with stars.
Seeing that he did not seem to harbor any ill intentions toward the child, Mo Shu felt somewhat reassured, but still said, "Your hand is dirty, the baby's immune system is weak, you shouldn't..."
The Creator God appeared not to have heard her words at all. He raised his other hand, and Mo Shu clearly saw a layer of faint yellow light upon it.
Mo Shu held the Little Honey Pot in her arms, who was still sucking milk eagerly.
Once he was satisfied, having had his fill, he finally let go of Mo Shu and turned toward the Creator God, cooing.
