The Adopted Cannon Fodder Made a Comeback

Sun Jiaming didn’t say anything, but Gu’er knew he must be upset. ’Anyone would be,’ she thought. ’It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t bothered by someone badmouthing his son.’

"Alright, let’s get some sleep. The baby’s a month old now. I was thinking of starting to potty train him today, holding him over the potty so he gets used to it. That way he won’t wet himself, and we won’t have to change so many diapers. What do you think?"

Gu’er asked Sun Jiaming.

"That’s fine, but it’ll be hard on you. If you’re going to do that, you’ll have to get up all night."

Sun Jiaming had no objection.

"It’s okay. It’ll be tough at first. I’ll hold him over the potty once an hour. Once he gets used to it, I won’t have to get up so much."

Gu’er shook her head. ’Being a mother is never easy. A little hardship is to be expected.’

"Alright, I’ll take turns getting up with you."

Sun Jiaming took Gu’er’s hand. He was the father, and he was her man; he couldn’t let her bear the hardship alone.

Gu’er gazed softly at Sun Jiaming. He took the opportunity to pull her into his arms, his hand slipping inside her clothes to grasp the fullness he’d dreamed of day and night.

"My dear Gu’er, it’s been a full month... it should be okay now, right?"

His voice was hoarse. He’d had few chances for release since Gu’er got pregnant. Even though her postpartum bleeding had long since stopped, Cao Qiu had instructed him that they absolutely couldn’t have intercourse until after the first month was over. So he had waited. But he was young, and Gu’er was the woman he loved. The restraint had been torturous. So many times, he had held her, painfully swollen, but had forced himself to hold back.

Gu’er blushed and nodded. In truth, she wasn’t an expert on these matters, but she figured it should be fine. ’Back then, Zhang Da didn’t even wait for the full month before he...’ The thought trailed off.

The moment Sun Jiaming saw her nod, he let out a joyful sound and captured her lips in a kiss. Finally, he could have his release. How could he not be thrilled?

Gu’er was getting aroused as well, but the unexpected result was a spray of her breast milk.

Gu’er was a little embarrassed. Her milk supply was quite good—more than Jiji could even drink. She hadn’t expected that getting excited would actually...

"So sweet."

Sun Jiaming gently licked it up, smiling at Gu’er as he spoke.

Gu’er looked at Sun Jiaming, and her embarrassment vanished. ’This is my man, the person I’m closest to. There’s nothing to be shy about with him.’

Gu’er watched as Sun Jiaming, not content with just a taste, took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle.

The way Sun Jiaming suckled was different from the baby. When her child nursed, a mother felt proud, gentle, and full of love.

But when her own man did it, the sensation was electric, a tingling that spread through her. It felt like ants were crawling all over her skin; she wanted to scratch but didn’t know where, and could only writhe.

Sun Jiaming finished with one breast and moved to the other. Gu’er couldn’t bring herself to push him away, letting him do as he pleased. After a few more moments, he kissed his way up her body until he reached her lips. Before Gu’er could even let out a moan, Sun Jiaming thrust deep inside her.

Gu’er gasped, hugging Sun Jiaming’s back tightly. It had been so long since she’d felt this full.

Sun Jiaming’s fiery lips moved to Gu’er’s ear, whispering sweet nothings as his body moved in a rhythm that was at times urgent, at times slow.

"My dear Gu’er, come on, let’s change positions."

Sun Jiaming nibbled gently on Gu’er’s ear.

Gu’er didn’t object, moving to accommodate him as he entered her from behind.

They soared to the heavens again and again, only to fall back down. The October air was already cold, but both of them were slick with sweat.

Just as Sun Jiaming found his release inside her, Jiji’s cries rang out from the side of the bed.

"Oh no, he must have wet himself."

Gu’er jolted and hurriedly tried to push Sun Jiaming off.

"You rest. I’ll get him."

Sun Jiaming went to check on the baby. Sure enough, he was wet. He skillfully changed the baby’s diaper.

Lying in bed watching Sun Jiaming, Gu’er felt the corners of her lips lift into a small smile. She glanced at the time and blushed. She had planned to hold the baby over the potty every hour, but she and Sun Jiaming had lost all track of time. Their little session had lasted nearly two hours, and the plan to potty train the baby had been completely forgotten.

"You go to sleep. He just went, so I don’t think he’ll need to go again for a while. You should get some rest while you can."

Sun Jiaming stroked Gu’er’s hair, his voice full of affection.

"Okay."

Gu’er nodded. After all that activity, she really was exhausted.

When Gu’er woke again, she heard nothing. ’Good, the baby isn’t crying,’ she thought. She reached out an arm to check, and the diaper was dry. Gu’er smiled. She picked up the baby and began holding him over the potty.