"Little Onion." He Miao tapped Onion's nose lovingly and carried the dog back onto her lap. She picked up a bottle cap and poured some milk into it.
So stingy.
Jing Yan pursed his lips and unwillingly stuck out his tongue to lap the milk in the bottle cap.
It was not until the taste of the dog food in his mouth was completely covered by the fragrance of milk that Jing Yan arrogantly turned his dog head away, unwilling to accept her pity.
He Miao saw that the little guy did not want to drink anymore, so she threw away the bottle cap, wiped the milk stains on her hands, and continued reading.
Jing Yan was lazily lying on her lap. Seeing that she was so focused on reading that she did not pay much attention to him, he suddenly felt that he was being ignored. He raised his paw and scratched her leg.
He Miao lowered her head to look at it, thinking that it was bored, so she took its favorite toy and put it by its head.