Su Yuecheng softly "Hmm," but then asked Ziyan, "Did you stop nursing?"
Ziyan nodded her head, she had weaned six months ago, and it broke her heart to hear her daughter cry.
"Is there not enough milk?" he asked bluntly, causing Ziyan to blush and hastily change the subject: "I'll take Dudu to sleep now."
Knowing her to be conservative and shy, Su Yuecheng nodded: "Hmm."
Yet, he followed her inside and watched as she bent over to put the child on the bed. As she bent, her short skirt moved slightly up, leaving much to the imagination.
He was no saint, just an ordinary man who had also tasted the sweet flavor of her body, and now he wanted even more to hold her in his arms.
Ziyan tucked Dudu in and straightened up, only to find him standing by the door, staring intently at her.
Her mind went blank, not fully aware of the desire evident in his eyes, and awkwardly suggested: "There's only the sofa available..."
