No matter how hard Songzhu tried, its mouth was just so small, it couldn't match Hetao and Old Wolf, who, with a quick lick of their tongues, would see the water level visibly drop.
By the end, the water in the bowl was gone, Songzhu's fur was drenched, and it lay satisfied in the water bowl.
Hetao looked at Songzhu, stuck out his tongue to lick his wolf muzzle, then crazily opened his mouth at Songzhu.
Wen Ran: "!!!"
For a moment, her heart was about to jump out.
Damn!
After all, it was a lively specialty she brought from the Northwest, even though it looked like a little pig, and had an appetite like a pig.
But after raising it for so long, she had grown attached to it.
If Hetao swallowed it in one bite...
"Ahhhh, let go of your mouth!"
Wen Ran went to pry open Hetao's mouth.
Hetao cooperatively spat out the squeaking Songzhu.
Then, just as Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief, it quickly sucked Songzhu back in.
Wen Ran: "..."
