This was the first time An’an was drinking soup. The salt and fresh taste made her stunned for the slightest moment, then a faint hint of surprise flashed in her gray and blurry eyes.

Irina continued to feed her, and Curtis started to feel a little unhappy about it. He asked, “You’re full?”

“En, en,” Irina replied half-heartedly, then fed An’an the soup excitedly.

An’an clearly liked the taste of soup a lot, and she wolfed it down. The soup dripped down to her chin, but she continued to lick it.

When Irina started to have milk, An’an couldn’t eat anymore. Her stomach was filled with soup.

Irina was on...