After a while, Jiang Kechu contentedly lifted his head from Wan Chu'er's chest, and Wan Chuer's face and body were all flushed, but she really felt a lot more comfortable and didn't hurt at all.
Seeing Wan Chuer so at ease, Jiang Kechu felt even more pleased with himself, thinking how clever he was.
However, they weren't happy for long before the babies woke up crying again.
Jiang Kechu awkwardly said, "They must need a diaper change." After cleaning up the two little buns, the two little ones still cried non-stop with their mouths open.
Wan Chuer touched her now-empty stomach in secret, feeling a pang of guilt for her son and daughter, and she shot Jiang Kechu a glare.
"How could you eat it all?"
Jiang Kechu rubbed his nose; it wasn't like he was experienced at this. In the future, he'd definitely leave some for the little ones, but he couldn't say that now, so he rushed to make formula for the two little masters.
And just like that, they spent the night in a flurry.
