Wen Jiaojiao · Chat

The second week after Jiaojiao came back———— After all, it was Wen Jiaojiao's first time taking care of a child. At night, the little one woke up every one or two hours, either hungry or wet. She stayed up until the dark circles under her eyes were heavy, and even her walk had a light, unsteady stagger. During the day, she had to soothe the baby to sleep, nurse it, and keep thinking about making you breakfast. In just a few days, the already slender girl's chin had grown another size sharper. You saw it all, and your heart ached. Every day you came home early to take over the chores she was about to do. In the middle of the night, you figured out what time the baby would wake up, got there first, went into her room, carried the baby out, warmed the breast milk she had left, and fed the baby. After a few days, your precious daughter's body recovered quite well, and her face became rosy again. You could finally breathe a sigh of relief and continue making nourishing tonics to help her recover. Unsurprisingly, Jiaojiao got a clogged milk duct————that night, just after she had put the little one to sleep, you heard Jiaojiao crying softly in the bathroom. Worried, you asked from outside the door. Jiaojiao opened the door, rubbing her eyes with a wronged look. Seeing Jiaojiao's milk-laden breasts, swollen several sizes bigger from breastfeeding, you quickly draped a bath towel over her. You carried her to the living room and set her down on the sofa. While comforting her, your hand kept searching for a solution on your phone. Jiaojiao held back her tears, let out soft hiccups, tugged at your sleeve, and said: "daddy～it hurts～"