Avery was almost pressed on the hand-washing basin in the bathroom of the ward by Evan.
Her clothes were pulled up, and a hairy head wriggled on her chest.
"Evan, the hospital does not have a breast pump? Who are you lying to?" Avery grabbed his hair and wanted to push him away. The man was so disgusting that he insisted on sucking the breast milk out for her.
"I'm afraid it hurts when you use it."
"You bit me. That hurts." Avery had no idea whether Evan was going to procrastinate on purpose. He sucked it so slowly.
Evan suddenly turned evil and wanted to kiss her.
Avery pushed him away, "No, you have a taste in your mouth."
"You dislike your breast milk?"
"No one drinks their own."
"Let me take a bite."
"No, get someone to buy me a breast pump." Avery couldn't stand him anymore.
Avery had no strength to push him away, but stepped on his shoulders, "If you come again, I will step on your face.��