My breath slowed by half a beat.
Just from seeing the lower halves, I could tell that they were quite large, white and tender, extremely eye-catching.
I was hoping she'd continue lifting her sweater so I could see the whole thing.
But Jingya seemed to notice my gaze, and her face flushed.
She quickly turned around, her back to me, lifted her clothes, and brought one of her white melons to the child's mouth.
This made my heart itch unbearably.
Having just given birth, her white melons—I'd never seen such a thing, especially while breastfeeding.
"Be good, baby, don't rush. Mom will try to feed you well."
Jingya fed the child while coaxing softly.
After several minutes, the baby finally settled down and fell asleep.
But when she lowered her clothes and turned back around, there was no trace of milk at the corner of the baby's mouth, and the child seemed weak.
"Miss Wang, are you experiencing a milk blockage?"
I immediately spotted the problem.
