Li Chen glanced over.
Such a woman should be very sensitive, yet after kneading for so long, even pinching her tender cherries, she showed no sensitivity.
There must be a reason.
Perhaps, this is why her ample bosom produces so little milk.
Harboring great doubts, he leaned in closer.
At such a close range, he could clearly see the marks where the child had bitten on the tender cherries; some areas were broken and bleeding.
Accompanying this was an intoxicating fragrance, a blend of perfume and the scent of milk, providing a strong stimulus.
His heart thumped wildly.
No longer able to restrain himself, he opened his lips and took them in.
"Oh!"
"Ah!"
They exclaimed in unison.
Both let out sounds at the same time, their bodies trembling together.
Shan Qingxuan's reaction was even greater, her hands gripping the bedsheets beneath her, her body arching, her chest's mighty waves shaking.
The tender cherries were already enclosed in Li Chen's mouth.
