Nan Liying indeed had an abundance of breast milk.
The baby couldn't finish it all, not even close.
Usually, she had to use a breast pump to extract the excess milk.
Otherwise, she would feel unbearably swollen.
But how could the baby's appetite compare to Lu Yang's?
By the time no more milk could be drawn.
Lu Yang still didn't feel the slightest bit full.
"Don't worry... There'll be more tomorrow!" Liang Jiayun crawled over to Lu Yang, somehow having already slipped off her crimson stepmother dress, then brought her breasts to Lu Yang's lips with a smile, "Eat mine, although there's no milk, I've already missed your mouth."
Lu Yang enveloped Liang Jiayun's breasts in his mouth, his hands also reaching up to them.
He couldn't forget his old flame just because he had a new one.
He had to be fair.
Especially at this time, Aunt Jiayun must be feeling particularly sensitive.
He just couldn't give preferential treatment to one and not the other.
