My angel will judge me.

part 53

Time had passed slowly, and now nearly five months had gone by. In those months, much had changed: Lan Wangji five months pregnant making waves in the scientific community as a top-tier researcher. Media coverage was everywhere, and his accomplishments had been widely celebrated.

Yanli had initially been surprised by the news but quickly grew proud of her brother, congratulating him warmly. Hai Kuan was also happy, pleased to see everything going smoothly for his brother.

Yibo, meanwhile, had been meeting with Sean from time to time, especially to learn the responsibilities of being a big brother. Sean, of course, sometimes used these "training sessions" to get a little closer—romantically.

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In Sean’s Office

One day, while Sean was working, his assistant called out:
"Sir, Mr. Wang Yibo is here."

Sean gave a silent nod. Yibo entered the room, looking extremely worried.

"Sean…" Yibo began, hesitating.

Sean didn’t respond immediately, simply staring at him with his usual cold, silent expression.

Yibo swallowed and continued:
"Okay… since I’m going to be a big brother, I have a responsibility to protect my younger sibling. Since both Baba and Mama are busy, it has to be me. But I… I don’t even know how to take care of a baby. What if… what if I feed them wrong? Or change the wrong diaper? What if they pee on me?"

Sean raised an eyebrow, hearing all of Yibo’s panicked, illogical worries. Clearly, a nanny could handle all of that—but Yibo was spiraling into overthinking.

Sean used this moment to his advantage. He stood up, walked over, and said:
"I can teach you. Exactly how to take care of a child. But you’ll need to pay attention because this will be important for us in the future."

"Important in the future…?" Yibo blinked, confused.

Sean leaned closer, pressing Yibo gently against him, wrapping his strong arms around the boy’s waist.
"Yes, baby. That’s why you need to learn to cook properly. So that one day, you can make something everyone can eat."

Yibo frowned, skeptical.
"But… babies only drink milk. You just heat it up—what cooking is needed?"

Sean’s cold, silent gaze sharpened, and without a word, he stepped closer, towering slightly over Yibo. His hand slid to gently press against Yibo’s waist, pulling him closer. Yibo blinked, confused and flustered, his heart racing.

Then Sean leaned in, his voice low, almost a whisper, brushing against Yibo’s ear:
"Babies drink mother’s milk… not store-bought milk."

Yibo froze, eyes wide, feeling the closeness and warmth radiating from Sean. He could sense Sean’s possessive energy, the quiet authority in every movement, yet there was something… almost intimate in the way Sean held him there.

Yibo said in a trembling voice, "But how is this possible?  Deda is a boy, how can milk come from his breasts?"

Sean said, "Oh, you're a boy too, so I'll give it to you and show you how to drink milk from a boy's breast."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned yibo's shirt and began sucking on the nipples on his exposed chest. Yibo closes his eyes at the sensation.

He asks~~~~ "ahh~~ sean~~~ what are you doing?"

Sean doesn't stop , he squeezes yibo's waist tightly  and makes him suck harder and yibo moans loudly.

Yibo feels that sean has pushed him and thrown him on the side sofa and is on top of him now kissing his lips...