"I'm fine, elder sister! A good rest during my confinement will help me recuperate," Pei Yuan called to her.
Up to now, she still hadn't any breast milk, and the child was crying from hunger; the milk he was fed came from Pei Qin.
"Your body has been severely damaged. If you don't take good care of yourself, you'll end up with lifelong ailments!" Pei Qin frowned.
Seeing her like this, Pei Yuan didn't insist further and chuckled, "If I continue to be without milk, the little boy will have to follow his elder sister for nourishment!"
"Dream on! After I finish raising you, you still owe me a son to raise!" Pei Qin glared at her.
Pei Yuan laughed softly and patted her son, "Hurry up, call me Auntie Mother!"
"Even calling mama won't do!" Pei Qin shouted back.
