It’s really beautiful!

I was so stunned for a moment that I only came back to my senses when she reminded me.

"Dr. Zhang, is it okay now?"

She lifted her sweater to her armpits.

The smooth armpits, without a trace of hair, were impeccably clean.

But with her whole back revealed like this, her sense of shame was overwhelming, and her voice trembled slightly.

She could only bend forward to cover her chest as much as possible.

"Mm, we can start. Let me know if you feel anything."

"Okay!"

After Jingya agreed, I rubbed my hands together and placed them on her beautiful back.

Wow!

It really felt like I was touching freshly fallen soft snow.

So tender, so smooth.

The touch with body warmth made my palms full of enjoyment.

As I stimulated her acupoints, her body heated up, and I caught a whiff of a milky scent.

"Oh, Dr. Zhang, your technique is so unique."

She let out a soft moan.

The nerves throughout her back were completely relaxed by me.

Every piece of skin on her beautiful back seemed to be dancing, and the humming from her mouth didn’t stop.

While I continued to increase the pressure, my hands started to misbehave, frequently wandering toward her abdomen, side of her chest, and armpits.

The feel in my hands didn’t seem like she had given birth to a child.

Instead, it felt like those young bride-like figures just married.

So soft, so supple, with plenty of elasticity.

To avoid arousing her suspicion, I probed while chatting with her.

"As long as you’re comfortable, that’s good. But, why did you bring the child here alone?"

"My husband, well, forget it, I won’t talk about it."

Jingya hesitated, flashes of discomfort and distress on her face.

She didn’t even notice my hand had already moved to her abdomen, feeling its firm, flat touch.

"From your tone, your husband isn’t fooling around outside, is he?"

I felt a bit sorry for her, with the child still so young.

"No, my husband is an artist, and for the sake of art, he..."

She stopped here, too shy to continue.

But my curiosity was piqued: "Could it be that your husband, for the sake of art, doesn’t take care of his wife and child?"

"Um, can I not talk about it right now? Oh, your hand, how did it get there?"

During our chat, my hand not only skimmed across her abdomen.

It also wandered back and forth over her armpits.

Finally, I touched the sides of her two white melons.

The sensation that came with that moment was really unique.

Because she’s nursing the child, her two white melons were quite large, a bit like water balloons.

Warm to the touch, they would sway with the slightest pressure.

What would it feel like to have it all in hand?

I felt so parched.

Yet I remained utterly serious: "Miss Wang, there are two acupoints here, very important."

"But like this, I feel a bit, oh, you, please stop, this is too embarrassing."

Jingya quivered intensely from my pressing, her pretty face burning red, and a light whimper escaped her lips.

She instinctively grabbed my hand and refused to let me press further.

"Miss Wang, you don’t quite trust me, do you? Look, is there milk now?"

I didn’t rush but instead withdrew my hand.

Jingya looked doubtful, then pressed down on her two white melons with both hands.

Instantly, she exclaimed: "There it is, there really is! I think I can feed the baby now!"

Overjoyed, she turned around to face me completely.

Now, the two white melons on her chest were entirely in my view...