Laura turned over comfortably, and the quilt slipped, exposing her delicate shoulders.

Morrison had left several red marks there.

Before long, the baby finished the formula and drifted off to sleep.

Morrison changed the baby's diaper and gently placed her in the crib.

He felt a sense of relief after seeing her sleep soundly.

He then walked to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and hugged Laura from behind. "Do you want some water?"

Laura was so tired that she couldn't think of anything but sleep.

"No."

She closed her eyes again.

Morrison slowly raised his hand.

Since Laura hadn't breastfed, a little breast milk had begun to leak out.

Feeling the dampness, Morrison turned and grabbed a tissue to clean it up.

Perhaps it was because her body was so alluring.

He tenderly kissed her breasts.

Suddenly, Laura's eyes snapped open.

Her body stiffened.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you tired?"

"No," Morrison responded softly.

Then they were intimate once more.

She touched his wound and cautioned, "Your wound hasn't fully healed. You shouldn't overdo it."