Seeing Wang Shuyao's pained expression and her eyes filled with pleading, Chen Nan agreed without hesitation, speaking softly, "Auntie, please lie flat on the couch first."
Wang Shuyao hummed in acknowledgment, bravely enduring the pain in her chest as she lay down flat on the couch, and slid the straps off her shoulders, revealing her sensual collarbones and the full, exaggerated curve of her bust.
Though it seemed pale and tender, giving a strong visual impact, the sight of the intricate blue veins crisscrossing her breasts sent shivers down the spine.
"Auntie, I'm starting."
Chen Nan took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. His hands slowly reached out towards Wang Shuyao's ample bosom.
When his palms touched that soft, warm skin, both of them trembled slightly.
Especially Wang Shuyao, whose pained look now bore a hint of shyness. Had it not been absolutely necessary, she would never have suggested that Chen Nan help relieve her blocked milk ducts.
