Rao Shi Yun's body must certainly feel very lonely at this age.
The saying "At thirty, like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger" has never failed to be true.
Previously, Rao Shi Yun was accustomed to living alone, so she probably didn't have so many thoughts.
But after being with me,
some sealed-away desires were reopened, and she could no longer return to her days of simplicity and restraint.
"Auntie Rao, is there any reaction from your stomach?"
After chatting for a while, Li Zhiyan brought up this topic.
Rao Shi Yun shyly replied with a voice message.
"Sorry, Xiao Yan, Auntie tested it—no reaction."
"It's okay, Auntie Rao. We'll keep trying. I promise we'll make your stomach grow big."
He thought about how women continue to develop physically during breastfeeding.
In Yan's heart rose an indescribable anticipation.
"Mm, Xiao Yan, come find Auntie when you have time."
At that moment, Li Zhiyan's own mother sent him a selfie with a caption.
The text read: "Mom misses you."
