Zhang Minghua used to worry that her daughter wouldn't have enough breast milk, based on her own experiences where food was scarce and it was normal not to have milk. But Yang Peimin's situation was different; she had good food and sleep during her pregnancy and postpartum period. During her confinement, Zhang Minghua made sure Yang Peiying prepared various soups to help with lactation every day.
Lele was still small, and his appetite wasn't big, so Yang Peimin often had to express and dispose of most of her milk.
Just then, seeing the man with a green gleam in his eye, she subconsciously lowered her clothes and turned to put the baby down on the bed.
Shen Yiguang came up from behind and embraced her, his voice tempting and enticing, "Honey..."
"Don't mess around, it's not okay yet."
"Honey, honey... your confinement is over..."
"My mom said it's easy to get sick this way, you better hold off for now..."
"We can't have meat, but how about some soup?"
