Su Qinglan squeezed her eyes shut, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. Her cheeks flamed even hotter.
She had given birth only a little over a month ago, and despite everything, her milk had not dried up yet. The babies still nursed, and now this man...this wicked demon of a man was tasting what was meant only for them.
"Yes…" she whispered, her voice barely audible, dying of embarrassment. "It… it hasn't dried up yet…"
An Mo stared at her for a heartbeat longer, something dark and intensely possessive flashing across his heaven-defying face.
Then his lips curved into a devastatingly hungry smile.
Without another word, he lowered his head again and latched onto her nipple with renewed fervor.
He sucked harder, deeper, greedily drawing the sweet milk from her breast while his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak. A low, satisfied groan vibrated against her skin as he drank from her.
"Ahh—! An Mo… don't… it's too embarrassing..."
