Su Liumeng thought about it this way.
And she really did act on it.
Although it wasn’t the first time, once she switched to this position, she always had the strange illusion that she was facing her own biological mother.
Su Liumeng was hypnotizing herself in her mind.
‘Don’t panic, don’t panic.’
‘This is my wife.’
‘This is just part of a couple’s fun.’
She kept trying to convince herself.
Reality, however, was the complete opposite.
The faint metallic sweetness spreading in her mouth made her expression grow awkward.
No, no… this won’t do.
She couldn’t keep going like this.
Her dignity and mindset as an adult began to interfere in a very strange way.
‘Bad woman, how can you steal food from Zhizhi?’
The Little Dumpling’s soft, childish voice seemed to echo in her ears.
Su Liumeng gulped and suddenly sat up.
My cheeks flushed slightly as I stared at my clothes.
Su Liumeng looked at my expression, wondering what I was thinking.
“Is it over?”
I blinked my bright, watery eyes, tilting my head in confusion.
Why did she finish so quickly this time?
I still felt a little uncomfortable.
“I… I think…” Su Liumeng couldn’t be certain for once.
When she thought about what she had just done, and the fact that she was an adult, an inexplicable sense of shame arose.
Ahem—
Trying it occasionally was fine.
But how could she compete with a child for it every day?
If she kept indulging like this, she feared that one day she might follow the Little Dumpling and call Xiao Yan “Mom.”
What a perfect example of “whoever feeds you becomes your mother.”
“I see.” I pouted slightly and pulled my clothes back into place, a bit annoyed.
I might as well use a pump later.
The baby was already one year old, yet I was still constantly troubled by this.
I was probably a very rare case.
That was why I had been thinking about weaning Zhizhi.
If I didn’t, this would just continue.
It was troublesome no matter what.
Zhizhi definitely wouldn’t agree. She still wanted to continue until one and a half. Maybe she could even grow a little taller—enough that when she claimed to be three years old outside, no one would doubt her.
I had my own worries.
I hadn’t figured out a solution yet.
I couldn’t just force Zhizhi to wean.
Children who haven’t been weaned carry a very obvious milk scent. Since I held her often, I ended up carrying that scent too.
It felt like returning to my own childhood.
Personally, I didn’t like it at all.
Su Liumeng always said I was talking nonsense, insisting I still smelled nice.
Then she would lean into my neck and breathe in deeply.
It wasn’t that she couldn’t.
I just felt like a cat.
My thoughts returned to reality.
Su Liumeng let out a burp, and a smell I couldn’t comment on spread through the air.
I was already used to it and didn’t think much of it.
Zhizhi burped often too—it was normal.
But Su Liumeng immediately became embarrassed again. The strange feeling she had just suppressed resurfaced.
While she struggled with her morals, I was still dealing with my own discomfort.
So I simply tugged at her sleeve.
“Are you still not full?”
I blinked my pretty eyes.
Why be polite with my partner? There was someone right here who could help—it saved me from using a device again.
…No, that wasn’t the reason.
Why did I always agree to Su Liumeng so easily?
Su Liumeng was still blaming herself when she suddenly heard the request. Meeting my watery eyes made her guilt deepen.
It was all her fault.
Now her baby had gotten used to it…
I had no idea what she was thinking. I just held onto her clothes, not letting her leave.
Su Liumeng laughed awkwardly. “There are still matters in the Su Family waiting for me to handle.”
I tilted my head. “So what does that have to do with whether you’re full?”
“…It doesn’t,” Su Liumeng replied dryly. “After all, the baby’s matters are the most important.”
There was no way she could admit that after doing this so many times, she suddenly felt embarrassed.
“So, are you full or not?” I persisted.
Su Liumeng gave in. “Not yet.”
I revealed a sweet smile.
To her, it looked more like a death stare.
What kind of fate was this?
Just because she had indulged too much before, now she couldn’t refuse even if she wanted to.
I looked at her strangely. “Why are you being so awkward? I’m not even as stiff as you are right now…”
Embarrassment was one thing.
I just wanted this to stop quickly.
Besides, it wasn’t the first time. What was there to be shy about?
Su Liumeng was silently crying inside when she suddenly asked without thinking, “Baby, what should you call me?”
“Su Liumeng,” I answered without hesitation, reaching forward to touch her forehead. “You don’t have a fever. Did your brain overheat? Why are you asking that?”
Her expression became complicated. “I thought you might already be raising me like a daughter.”
I tapped her forehead. “You’re not my daughter. Why would I raise you like one?”
“…Could it be…” I tilted my head again and said something shocking.
“Are you lacking maternal love right now?”
Before she could respond, I quickly covered myself and stepped back cautiously.
“That’s impossible. I’m already struggling to raise one daughter. If I had another as big as you, it would exhaust me.”
“If you really lack love, I suggest you go find your own mother…”
I raised my hand and gestured the height difference between us.
“After all, I’m only this tall. I can’t give birth to a daughter as grown as you…”
“And besides,” I added seriously, “I’m only one week older than you. This is completely inappropriate.”
Su Liumeng: …
She had only said it casually.
How did it turn into such a serious answer?
Could it be that Xin Xin had actually thought about this?
Su Liumeng coughed awkwardly, wishing she could disappear into the ground. “I… I’m not lacking maternal love. I just think what we’re doing isn’t good. If this continues, I’m afraid you might treat me like your daughter.”
Actually, that wasn’t the case.
From the conversation just now, it was clear that Si Xinyan had never thought about it that way.
It was Su Liumeng who was overthinking.
She was the one worried she might accidentally call her “Mom” someday.
I frowned impatiently. She had only helped on one side, and the other still hurt.
I reached out and smacked her arm. “Hurry up. Do you think I won’t get angry just because I haven’t yet?”
“Why are you dragging this out?”
“If you keep this up, I’m going to hit you.”
Su Liumeng gave in silently.
She only regretted asking in the beginning whether she could try something new.
Now she had completely fallen into a trap.
Struggling with her emotions, she asked, “Can we wean Zhizhi a little earlier?”
If the Little Dumpling heard that, who knew how angry she would get.