Huanhuan hugged the water pouch and gulped it down.
How satisfying!
She wiped her mouth and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, like a squirrel in a rice barrel.
Xing Chen held out his hand. "Give me a sip or two too."
Huanhuan paused and asked timidly, "Didn't I give you a pouch of water?"
"I'm done with this."
Huanhuan quickly said, "Then I'll get you another pouch."
"There's no need for that. I'll just drink from your pouch."
Huanhuan wanted to say no, but in view of the demon king's ruthlessness, she handed over the water pouch in her hand.
Xing Chen still dutifully pretended to be blind and didn't take notice of the reluctance on her face. He reached out and took the water pouch. He opened his mouth to suck on the spout and raised his head to take two large gulps.
After drinking, he licked his tongue across the mouth of the pouch, either intentionally or unintentionally.
