The Curse of Desire-Chapter 154. Gold-digger widow (9) Breastfeeding two children in front of him

Feng Xing paused in his shrimp prep, turning to look at Bai Qiuyi, “What’s wrong?”

Wasn’t she in a good mood just now?

Bai Qiuyi glanced at him and then turned to walk out. “I just don’t feel like eating.”

Feng Xing: “…”

Her tone suggested she was sulking a little, but her expression was still charming, almost as if she was waiting for someone to coax her. Feng Xing washed his hands, dried them, and then pushed the baby stroller out.

Bai Qiuyi was already sitting on the sofa, with the child placed beside her. The TV had been on from the start, and her gaze was fixed on the screen.

Perhaps noticing him out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head, lifted her chin to look at him, and then quickly smiled. Then, almost as if she was worried he’d see it, she suddenly turned her head back.

Feng Xing: “…”

He saw it all. His attention had been on her the whole time. Feng Xing couldn’t quite figure out why she suddenly seemed upset.

Feng Xing thought about postpartum depression and felt a bit worried. The little woman usually stayed at home with the child, and since her husband’s death, she probably lacked emotional support. So, her mood swings seemed understandable.

“Can you keep an eye on Yangyang?” Feng Xing pushed the stroller closer to her.

“Yeah.” Bai Qiuyi nodded, pulling the stroller even closer. Even though she knew she shouldn’t be throwing a fit at Feng Xing, who she wasn’t very familiar with, she just couldn’t help it. Bai Qiuyi wasn’t sure why she was acting this way. However, seeing Feng Xing come over, even though he didn’t ask why she was upset, instantly lifted her spirits.

Feng Xing glanced at her before turning back to the kitchen. He was starting to worry that she might really have postpartum depression, with her mood swinging from sunny to cloudy so quickly.

This wouldn’t do. He decided to ask her about her family’s situation later and figure out how to help her with this problem.

As Feng Xing was setting the dishes on the table, the sound of Feng Yang crying came from the stroller. Bai Qiuyi picked him up and checked his diaper; it wasn’t time for a change, so he was probably hungry. At the same time, Qiaoqiao started crying as well.

Hearing Feng Yang cry, Feng Xing washed his hands and prepared to come over to see what was going on. As Qiaoqiao started crying, Feng Xing had already approached.

“Mr. Feng, Yangyang is hungry,” Bai Qiuyi said, glancing at her daughter and then at Feng Xing.

Feng Xing’s eyelid twitched slightly. He reached out and said, “Give Yangyang to me. You can check if Qiaoqiao is hungry too.”

He intended to prepare some formula for Feng Yang.

However, Bai Qiuyi didn’t hand him over. “Mr. Feng, you can check on Qiaoqiao. If she’s hungry, I’ll feed them together.”

Bai Qiuyi was wearing a nursing top with long openings on both sides near the armpits. By simply undoing two buttons, she could easily access her breast for feeding. As Bai Qiuyi reached to unbutton her nursing top, Feng Xing’s forehead twitched. The loud, piercing cries of the two babies were overwhelming, making it hard for him to think. He picked up Qiaoqiao and checked her diaper; it was dry, indicating she was probably hungry too.

When Bai Qiuyi unfastened her clothes and her full, round breasts were revealed, with her nipples large and brown, resembling grapes, surrounded by dark areolas. Feng Xing found himself inadvertently looking. Bai Qiuyi guided the nipple to Feng Yang’s mouth, and he eagerly latched on. Waves of tingling sensation coursed through her body, and with Feng Xing watching, she couldn’t remain calm.

Feng Xing licked his dry lips, knowing that he should not look at it, but this kind of thing… Once started, it is difficult to remove his eyes. Bai Qiuyi quickly unbuttoned the other side of her dress.

She adjusted her posture for Feng Yang, letting him sit slightly against herself, and then raised her head to look at Feng Xing, “Mr. Feng, put Qiaoqiao on my lap and let her sit like Yangyang.”

Mr. Feng Xing bent down with Qiao Qiao in his arms. There was a strong smell of milk entering his nose, and what’s worse was that the milky breasts in front of him were too arousing a sight. They were round and big, smooth and white, with brown nipples at the top that were seeping out milky liquid.

Feng Xing’s throat tightened as he felt a surge of heat. The sound of Feng Yang gulping made his own throat dry. With both babies nursing and the previously piercing cries silenced, the room filled with the urgent, rhythmic swallowing of the children, making Feng Xing’s throat constrict again.

“I’ll go finish cooking. Just call me when you’re done,” he said, deciding to let go of any reservations.

As Bai Qiuyi had mentioned, nursing was a sacred act, and he reminded himself not to overthink it. Seeing how she remained composed even under his gaze, he tried to follow her example.

Feng Xing opened the fridge, grabbed a soda, and downed it in one go, feeling the cool liquid soothe his burning throat just a little.