Chapter 743 Helpless

• His hand slipped under her dress, his fingers lacking delicacy. Aimee Evans could even feel the calluses on his index finger, evidence of frequent gun handling. With each inch he moved up, the tremble increased until her clothes were stripped off, revealing her fair, delicate skin and slender figure. Despite recently giving birth, her body remained mostly unchanged, except for some loose skin on her abdomen. It had only been a little over a month since she gave birth, so she couldn't recover quickly. Trying to cover herself with her hand, Aimee Evans didn't want Yang Mingshuo to see. However, he noticed her intention. Loving someone means accepting everything about them, strengths and weaknesses alike. In his eyes, they were all things he liked. Gently touching her cheek, he hoarsely said, "I don't mind." Aimee Evans still couldn't completely let go, "I..." Yang Mingshuo took her hand away and kissed her abdomen. Aimee Evans bit her lip, and everything that followed went smoothly, except for the moment they became one. Aimee Evans cried, unsure of the reason behind her tears. Was it because she was moved, or for some other inexplicable reason? She just knew that this was her most unrestrained moment, with no reservations or shame. Covered in sweat, she and Yang Mingshuo seemed to want to leave their mark of passion in every corner of the room, tangling many times for a long time. As the sky darkened, they eventually grew too tired and fell asleep in each other's arms. Aimee Evans slept deeply, hearing the baby crying in a daze and slowly opening her eyes. She saw Yang Mingshuo making formula since her breast milk was not enough for the baby. Tired, she asked softly, "Do you want me to help?" "No need, you sleep," he replied. Yang Mingshuo fed the prepared formula to the baby, who immediately stopped crying. Aimee Evans turned over peacefully, the blanket slipping down to reveal her smooth, fragrant shoulder, marked with red imprints left by Yang Mingshuo. After the baby finished the formula and fell asleep, Yang Mingshuo changed the diaper and gently placed her in the crib, watching her sleep peacefully. He then walked to the bed, lifted the blanket, embraced her from behind, and held her waist, asking if she was thirsty. Aimee Evans, exhausted, just wanted to sleep and replied that she wasn't thirsty before closing her eyes. Yang Mingshuo's hand slowly moved up, feeling the moisture from her lack of breastfeeding. He grabbed a tissue, wiped it, and gently kissed her. Aimee Evans suddenly opened her eyes, tensing up and hoarsely asking, "Aren't you tired?" Yang Mingshuo softly murmured in agreement, leading to another round of turmoil. She caressed his wound, reminding him that he hadn't fully healed yet and couldn't be so indulgent. Despite his grunt, his actions continued. Aimee Evans was completely worn out, her body sore, aching, damp, and sticky. Lacking the energy to wash up, she just wanted to sleep. In the early morning, sunlight seeped through the curtains, casting a fine line on the bed as the clock ticked away. Aimee Evans furrowed her brow, slowly opening her eyes to meet the obsidian-like gaze of Yang Mingshuo.