Thinking just that, he couldn't hold back and blurted out without courtesy, "Hiding from what? Who wants to look at you!"
"..." Mu Wanqing heard this, didn't make a sound, but her ears instantly turned red.
It wasn't that she was being overly sensitive, but the knitted sweater she wore today wasn't convenient for breastfeeding; she had to lift it entirely, revealing too much—in broad daylight and in the car, no less. Even though the rear carriage was enclosed, it was still outdoors.
After her sister latched on, the crying subsided, leaving only the sounds of gulping and breathing, revealing a ravenous hunger, eating in haste.
Wanqing, worried that her sister might choke, could only press down slightly.