Jiajia was at a loss for how to respond when Dahai emerged from the restroom.
"Mrs. Zhang, I'm heading back first."
He didn't linger, lacking a good excuse to stay.
"I'll walk you out."
Zhang Jie escorted him to the door and glanced subtly at his lower body, whispering, "Are you free tomorrow, it's the weekend?"
"No," Dahai shook his head.
He was alone and his life was quite simple.
"Then come over tomorrow during the day to help her with lactation. I'll send you a message then."
"Okay."
As he turned to leave, Zhang Jie suddenly said, "After you finish with her, do me too."
Dahai looked inside and said, "That might be a bit inappropriate?"
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to send her away."
If Jiajia were home, it would definitely be inconvenient, she wasn't that bold yet.
Since the last time Dahai had entered by accident, she hadn't felt comfortable.
It had been so long, she couldn't hold back anymore; every night her "little intimates" were soaked.