When Huo Chenling covered Milky Dumpling's eyes with his large hand, she quickly adjusted her head and swallowed the food in her mouth with gusto.
Huo Chenling squinted and looked down. Milky Dumpling was swallowing the last bit of Yin energy.
She swallowed too quickly and choked.
"Cough..."
Huo Chenling instinctively moved his hand away from Milky Dumpling's face and gently patted her back.
"What's wrong, Zaizai?"
Milky Dumpling smacked her lips. "Daddy, Zaizai ate too fast and choked a bit."
Huo Chenling was puzzled. "Ate?"
Milky Dumpling nodded obediently. "Yes."
Huo Chenling noticed a half-eaten beef jerky that fell out of Milky Dumpling's pocket, with a small bite mark on it, which amused him for a moment. But the situation was urgent, and he couldn't afford to be distracted.
The soft strands of hair he felt earlier, which he thought belonged to Milky Dumpling's back of the head, seemed to be his illusion. Milky Dumpling was perfectly normal.