Li Yong stepped forward aggrievedly. "Wife, I was wrong. Please don't take it to heart. I know you've been wronged, why don't you hit me a few times to vent your anger?"
Qin Xiaomin frowned and hissed.
Seeing this, Li Yong quickly stepped forward and took the initiative to remove his clothes. "I'm here, I'm here. Wife, don't be so agitated!"
Qin Xiaomin placed the child in front of Li Yong's chest. The child's mouth was moving.
As soon as he got close, he gave Li Yong a fierce bite.
Li Yong cried out and took a step back. "This little brat has such great strength?"
Qin Xiaomin chuckled and was satisfied. "Now you know how hard it is for a woman?"
Pregnancy was tough, giving birth was tough, and feeding was even tougher.
"I know, I know. Then what should we do? I'll go get some hot water and compress it on you first, then let the child try to suck it in."
Li Yong immediately put on his clothes and went out with the basin.
