My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He curled his lips, looking embarrassed. "So, are you going to feed her your breast milk?"

"What else do you need to do?" He sighed, feeling helpless.

"Yep!" I was an adult and I had given birth before. Glancing at him, I said, "When I delivered, it was natural labor, so I initially had breast milk. Later, because the baby died and there was no stimulation of nursing, no prolactin was secreted, so I didn't have breast milk anymore."

He furrowed his brows. "So, you're planning to do it yourself now?" He sounded a little unhappy. "What did you take last night?"

I decided to tell him the truth. "Some medicine for inducing lactation."

"The doctor advised me to massage my breasts and use other methods as well..." I pursed my lips, trailing off.

"Massage and other methods?" He mocked. "Are you going to massage yourself? And how do you plan to go about the other methods?" His words were dripping with sarcasm.

I pressed my lips together, suppressing my anger. "Hendrix, do you think this funny?"

shut up and

premature, so she's in poor health. Plus, she has never had breast milk. Even though she's already three months old, she still looks like a newborn. Hendrix, I've been an orphan since I was young, and I was lucky that

accept others' love. But something in my heart told me that I should be treating him

her the best way I can. Hendrix poured in deep, conflicted gaze into me. "What about me? Am I not

always known what he wanted; he

bedroom were dim and gloomy, but his eyes looked particularly bright. We looked at

long while, he let go of me and took two steps back in

about to turn his back away and leave,

nor quite unravel. "I want to put you first more so

at me. "So, you disregarded my feelings? You had space for everyone else in your heart yet you chose

you.

reached out his arms to pull

lean against his chest. He whispered softly to me, "No matter how much we

was too stupid to know how to manage