Wan Wan Rong, Rong Zhan!?
Sang Xia opened her mouth slightly. She still could not believe that she had given birth to two children for him.
Rong Zhan had already unbuttoned half of her pajamas, revealing the softness of her breast. The little tyrant flower was still half-awake, and before she could fully unbutton her clothes, she lay on her mother's arm and arched her little body to get milk.
The little ones on both sides were drinking milk.
Sang Xia did not know why, but she felt a burning sensation on her face. Her expression was complicated and weird, especially when Rong Zhan was still staring at her.
Sang Xia felt inexplicably embarrassed, even though she wanted to push the two little ones away and ask them what was going on.
However, when she saw them eating so sweetly and looking so cute, she really couldn't bear to part with them. Instead, she seemed to have naturally developed a maternal instinct and wanted to love them more.
