Dante secretly analyzed Dimitri's words and formed a solution from them. "I got it! Wife, come here. I'll help you chew the food. Argh…what's wrong? "By the end of his sentence, his face had another paw print.
Arianne angrily retrieved her paw and laid on the table.
Ryett clicked his tongue on the two: "A bunch of unknowledgeable people. My mate is clearly in her infancy phase. What she needs is milk!" He proudly said.
One of Arianne's ears perked up, and she lifted her little head. Her tails swished back and forth, appearing interested in Ryett's suggestion.
The other three heard Ryett's words, and their eyes lit up. Right! Milk!
A few minutes later, a bowl of milk was placed beside her.
Under the men's enthusiastic gazes, she drank the milk in large mouthfuls. The men were relieved to see her enjoying the milk.
However, their joys were only brief because something warm sprayed on their faces.