Sun Bingrou wasn't sure whether she was persuaded by Zhang Yang or was too confused, but she didn't refuse Zhang Yang's movements anymore.
After unbuttoning Sun Bingrou's shirt, Zhang Yang directly pushed up her bra.
Her full breasts were exposed, and this time, surprisingly, Zhang Yang didn't feel any improper thoughts, but rather felt pity for this woman and massaged her earnestly.
Unexpectedly, Sun Bingrou suddenly asked, "Zhang Yang, are my breasts ugly? They've sagged, and the nipples are so big and dark."
Zhang Yang slightly smiled and deliberately fiddled with her plump nipples.
Sun Bingrou's delicate body shivered slightly.
"Teacher Sun, it's clear that you're a good mother. We are both gynecologists, and we understand that breastfeeding involves a unique kind of pain for a woman."
"This is a testament to your motherly love, its glory transcends beauty and ugliness."
