My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

Unbutton her clothes and watch her suckle, it’s better than anything.

Jared Quinn came out of the study, stood behind her, and with some resentment said, "Once she’s three months old, we should wean her."

"Why?" Melody Thorne held Little Qianmo tightly. "No children are weaned this young. Haven’t you read the books? At least wait until nine months."

Jared’s large hand had already reached her from behind, rubbing with his finger’s pulp, his eyes growing darker.

Melody Thorne slapped his big hand away in embarrassment, "Can you not watch when I’m breastfeeding?"

"No" Jared simply sat beside her.

Little Qianmo was awake, eyes open, watching her father’s wary gaze. Her small mouth was sucking hard, afraid someone might try to take it away from her.

She looked so adorably anxious.

"Alright, she’s almost done; let’s let her sleep now," they also needed to sleep.

Little Qianmo seemed to understand as she reached out, holding on while eating.

Jared Quinn’s eyes moved a bit. If she were a boy, he would have already thrown him in his own bedroom to sleep.

But since she’s his daughter, he felt too protective to do such a thing.

Little Qianmo seemed especially excited today and couldn’t fall asleep. When she finally did, Melody Thorne was already asleep, leaning against the man behind her. Jared picked both the big and small ones up, placing them on the big bed.

Then he lifted Little Qianmo again, freeing the item in her mouth, his gaze burning as he stared at it, only moving away after a long while to take her back to her room.

Melody Thorne, groggy in her sleep, could sense a pair of large hands roaming over her body, nibbling and biting, making her body itch all over. But too sleepy to open her eyes, she just let the person have his way.

Early in the morning, Melody Thorne was awakened by Jared Quinn, who quickly put exercise clothes on her, "We’re going for a run."

Melody Thorne, "I’m not going. I don’t want to run."

She’d never been physically strong since childhood and would rather die than go for a run.

Jared Quinn had already expected this response and bent down to pull the blanket from Melody’s arms, teasingly, "Actually, there’s another way to build endurance without running."

His large hand slid from her slim waist to between her legs, "It’s been many days since we’ve exercised. Want to?"

A tingly sensation rushed throughout Melody Thorne’s body. She clenched her legs, "Let’s run, let’s run."

A hint of dimness passed in Jared’s eyes. Now she’d rather run than be intimate with him?

Melody Thorne knew what the man behind her was thinking, and she got up from the big bed and ran outside.

No matter how she ran, Jared Quinn followed leisurely behind her.

Melody Thorne, "!!"

Her heart took a huge blow.

"Is this enough?" She turned around, staring with grievance, "I feel like I’m going to die from exhaustion."

Jared looked back; Melody Thorne had only run about two hundred meters.

"Not enough, run five more laps."

"What if I faint? What then?" Unable to escape, Melody began to find excuses.

"If you faint, I’ll carry you back and do it until you wake up."