"Little brother, would you like a taste of my son's milk?"
Mo Xie froze. His gaze fell on the two snowy peaks, and the corner of his eye twitched. "Bai Li, please don't tease me. The kid's still here."
When Mo Xie pointed at him, Little Sky Tiger tilted his head as though a question mark had appeared above it.
Bai Li glanced at her son, who was nestled against her ample chest, then casually tossed him onto the ground. "Go on. Find somewhere to play."
Little Sky Tiger landed steadily. Hurt that his mother had chased him off, he ran away.
Watching his lonely little figure retreat, Mo Xie couldn't help feeling sorry for his little brother. Having a mother like that was rough.
Bai Li sashayed over, hooked a slender arm around Mo Xie's head, and pulled him against her chest. "What happened to you, kid? I haven't seen you in almost ten years, and now you don't even look at my chest. Am I losing my appeal to boys like you?"
Her slender white arm and ample curves made quite a combination!
All Mo Xie could sense was a milky fragrance around his nose, an incredibly soft pressure against his face, and that familiar feeling.
It was as though two smooth, supple mounds had him firmly trapped. They smelled wonderful, too. Truly exquisite!
"See? I knew you liked it. I meant to offer you some milk back then. Today, I'll finally give you a taste..."
In the end, Mo Xie couldn't resist Bai Li's forceful ways and helplessly submitted. His strength was no match for hers.
Years had passed, and Little Sky Tiger had long since been weaned. She didn't know how much milk she still had, but she was confident she could give Mo Xie his