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"Little girl, go to sleep earlier, rest well, and don’t overthink..." Seeing Yan Jinsu unlocking her room, Chen Xiufang glared at her little nephew entering the room, and hastily dropped such a comforting sentence. Afraid of seeing the distressing expression on the little girl’s face, Chen Xiufang hurried back to her own room with her husband.
Yan Jinsu stood at the door, hearing Brother Li complain about Sister Xiu Fang in the room next door. She laughed quietly.
Is this supposed to be concern for her distress? Heh, the feeling of having friends care about her is truly nice.
Yan Jinsu held the key, paused for two seconds, and then unlocked the door.
She didn’t turn on the light but instead fumbled in the dark to close and lock the door after her, feeling the man’s intense, forceful embrace from behind, and that familiar scent. Her heart still quickened a beat.
"Treasure, I’m sorry." Xie Jingchen leaned close and whispered gently in Yan Jinsu’s ear, especially sensing the tears on his arm. He became incredibly anxious, turned his wife’s body to face him, and embraced her, apologizing with immense guilt.
"Sob," Yan Jinsu hit the man’s chest forcefully once, and her eyes, as if no longer under her control, suddenly overflowed with tears...
No matter how strong and determined Yan Jinsu appeared externally, in front of her husband, Xie Jingchen, she was always soft, fragile, and in need of his tenderness.
If she had to put on a strong front even in front of her husband, then what does she need a husband for!
"Wife, it’s my fault, please stop crying." Xie Jingchen soothed softly, about to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but was pushed hard by Yan Jinsu, staggering back a couple of steps, until suddenly being forced into a corner by Yan Jinsu—
It was true anger from Yan Jinsu, and the force she used was considerable. Xie Jingchen, caught off-guard by his wife’s action, ended up successfully being pushed away.
Yan Jinsu scolded in a low voice, pained, "You bastard!"
My goodness—she’s been out and about these past two days and hasn’t fed the children, which is a perfect opportunity to wean them.
Since yesterday, her breasts started to harden and ache. Hit by this rough man, she wanted to check if they were burst!
"What’s wrong? Are you hurt?" Xie Jing worriedly asked in a soft voice.
Yan Jinsu was in no mood to deal with him now, shooing away his arm and stepping back as she noticed that her undergarment inside her blouse had suddenly become semi-translucent with wetness!
Damn it!
Yan Jinsu forcefully pushed the man, as the abrupt pain left her completely disinterested in addressing him, annoyed as if bitten by a dog.
Even in the darkness, Xie Jingchen felt an unexpected dampness with a milky scent on his arm, momentarily stupefied before realizing what had happened.
Xie Jingchen narrowed his eyes and quickly turned on the light with an extended hand.
What he saw was Yan Jinsu’s face, pained and turning pale. With the temperature rising, Yan Jinsu, who was only wearing long sleeves, had her clothes reveal everything once wet.
The inner garment now was nothing more than a thin layer of sponge. Yan Jinsu saying she had no milk was relative to feeding three little buns.
For just one little bun, she had more than enough.
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