The Little Bian had been very quiet since birth, not crying or fussing at all—a stark contrast to the three Wolf Pups when they were born. Sang Luo had been a little worried about its health, but she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard it let out a faint cry.
"The little cub must be hungry. I'll nurse it."
Si Ye handed the baby to Sang Luo. When he saw her push aside the clothes on her chest, his face flushed red.
The little cub sniffed the air and latched right on.
Si Ye's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Luoluo, is—is that okay?"
Seeing Si Ye about to rush forward and snatch the baby, Sang Luo slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?" she chided.
"Won't the little cub's teeth hurt you?"
"..." Sang Luo was speechless. "It was just born. It doesn't even have teeth yet. How could it hurt me?"
