Li Chengyun didn't go out. He felt that some habits shouldn't be formed, but some habits should indeed be cultivated.
"You're just... forget it, I don't care," her son was still crying, hungry and wanting milk. She couldn't keep arguing with Li Chengyun, so she turned, sat on the edge of the bed, her back to Li Chengyun, lifted her top to expose her full, fair breast, bringing it to her son's mouth.
The little baby smelled the scent, eagerly latched on, and began sucking with urgency.
Li Chengyun deliberately watched. He sat down opposite Yu Jingrong. This was his first time seeing Yu Jingrong nurse their son, and he had to admit the sight was quite stimulating. His throat moved, he felt a heated sensation in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't resist leaning over to grasp her other breast.
