At that time, Shi was still a little mermaid the size of a baby.

Ever since he grew up, I had quite a headache. When he was younger, I used to feed him with cotton swabs dipped in goat's milk, but when I grew up, something went wrong......

For example, that day, I took him out of the barrel and put him on the bed, but he grabbed my clothes and babbled and stretched out his hand to me, signaling for me to hug him.

I reluctantly picked him up and stroked his hairless head, giggling with delight.

Although he was grown, his mouth was still small, and I habitually dipped a cotton swab in goat's milk, ready to feed him, who knew that he arched in my arms, the fishtail flicked excitedly, and the short little hand groped around my chest.

My clothes were pulled open by him, my chest was exposed, and I immediately grabbed his restless hand: "Little one, what are you doing......"

"Ahh

"......" I stared blankly at the little guy in my arms, who was taking my with relish. head, and sucking happily.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I pushed his little head away in embarrassment, and he stuck it up again in dissatisfaction, finding the right position and trying to take it in, I had to hold his hand to block his mouth, who knew that he actually held my finger and sucked. Suck it up.

After a few snorts, he spat out in disgust and continued to grope for a place on my chest, ready to strike.

Well, I know what he wants to do, he wants milk.

“…… I don't have milk, don't touch it. "I carried him to the bed and fed him a cotton swab dipped in goat's milk and fed it to his mouth.

He ate very happily, but he didn't seem satisfied, and after he finished eating, he put it on me and touched it.

"Babbling."

“…… How many times have I said that I don't have milk. ”

I pushed him away again, looked at the corners of his milk-stained mouth, and decided what to do.

So the next day, I bought him a bottle and a pacifier, and things went in a weirder direction......