Unbutton her clothes and watch her suckle, it's better than anything.
Jared Quinn came out of the study, stood behind her, and with some resentment said, "Once she's three months old, we should wean her."
"Why?" Melody Thorne held Little Qianmo tightly. "No children are weaned this young. Haven't you read the books? At least wait until nine months."
Jared's large hand had already reached her from behind, rubbing with his finger's pulp, his eyes growing darker.
Melody Thorne slapped his big hand away in embarrassment, "Can you not watch when I'm breastfeeding?"
"No" Jared simply sat beside her.
Little Qianmo was awake, eyes open, watching her father's wary gaze. Her small mouth was sucking hard, afraid someone might try to take it away from her.
She looked so adorably anxious.
"Alright, she's almost done; let's let her sleep now," they also needed to sleep.
Little Qianmo seemed to understand as she reached out, holding on while eating.
