Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1195

Chapter 1195: Early Bout of Milk Production

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Gu Zi leaned over, her voice filled with quiet concern. "Eat a little more, will you? You’ve been running around nonstop these past few days, doing everything yourself. After dinner, go upstairs and get some rest."

Su Shen picked up a piece of braised pork rib, took a bite, and smiled at her indulgently. "Silly girl. I’m your husband. You’re the one carrying our baby—if I don’t take care of things, who else will? Don’t overthink. Just relax."

Gu Zi beamed. She nodded obediently, waiting until he finished his meal. As soon as he set his chopsticks down, Lin Cheng—ever considerate—stepped in and took over the task of clearing the table.

Upstairs, Su Shen ran a warm bath and guided Gu Zi gently into the bathroom. She’d deliberately encouraged him to rest earlier tonight—after so many days of nonstop running about, even someone with his stamina was bound to wear out. She worried about him, perhaps more than he realized.

But just as he emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, something unexpected happened—again. Gu Zi felt that familiar fullness in her chest, a swelling pressure building beneath her skin. Her breasts were tender, aching, and she could feel dampness collecting at the tips.

She had experienced this once before—an early bout of milk production—and recognized the sensation immediately. At first, she tried to bear with it, hoping it would pass, but the pressure only grew, until even her slight wince stirred Su Shen, who had just laid down.

He sat up, instantly alert. "Lie down," he said softly. He propped her head up with a pillow and leaned over her, his brows furrowed in concern. With great care, he helped her out of her top, his calloused hands cradling her breasts tenderly. His voice was husky. "The doctor said the pain’s from blocked milk ducts. Hang in there, I’ll take care of it."

Su Shen pressed gently, fingers warm and firm as they moved in practiced motions. Back when Gu Zi had just gotten pregnant, he’d made it his mission to study everything—pregnancy, delivery, even lactation massage techniques—just so she’d suffer less when the time came.

He’d thought he wouldn’t need to use them until after the baby arrived. But Gu Zi’s body was different. The milk came early, and the only way to relieve her was to express it.

Guided by experience, he massaged with steady precision, and soon, milky white liquid began to bead at the tip of her nipple before dribbling down in little streams. The milk flowed across her breast, soaking his fingers—and then some splashed onto his cheek, and lips.

Gu Zi, lying helpless in his arms, couldn’t see any of this, but she could smell the faint sweetness of milk in the air. The pain made her chest rise and fall in shallow breaths, sweat beading on her forehead. Tears shimmered in her eyes, though she tried her best to suppress them.

Su Shen’s heart twisted seeing her like this—tears glistening, lip trembling from the pain. He hesitated, unwilling to hurt her further, but he also knew that if the milk wasn’t drained, the blockage would only worsen. After a moment’s pause, he made a decision. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

She heard him inhale. Then suddenly—warm lips pressed softly against her breast. Her eyes widened in shock. He was using his mouth. He was—sucking?

Her entire face flushed crimson. "Su Shen!" she gasped, giving him a light, embarrassed smack on the shoulder. "Use your hands! I’m not afraid of pain."