"Almost done!"
Fang Yiqing responded, her hand retracting as swiftly as lightning, her face flushing with embarrassment once again.
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, you... you'll have to figure out a way, please subside quickly." She muttered, glancing down and feeling even more ashamed, as the freshly cleansed Peach Garden had started to overflow once again.
Hurriedly wiping it, she stood up, put on her underwear, and then pulled down her skirt.
After a while, when I had calmed down, she handed the baby over to me to hold, pretending I was the child's father, and then opened the door.
Walking out of the nursing room, we did not talk, and it was a bit awkward.
Occasionally, she would cast a glance my way, and upon our eyes meeting, she would quickly look away again.
During our meal, it was the same—barely any talking. After we finished, we strolled around and bought some clothes, finally both exiting the mall together.
