When Li Zhiyan touched her leg, Liu Meizhen couldn't help but feel a sense of shame inside.
But after all, the two had been together for a long time, so Liu Meizhen didn't have any reaction.
After lunch, the happy Li Yuhan volunteered to wash the dishes and planned to go out for a spin in the Mercedes that Li Zhiyan gave her.
After returning to the room, Liu Meizhen, who resembled her mother Liu Xiaoli who looked like Liu Yifei, had a blushing face.
How could Li Zhiyan possibly hold himself back?
He hugged Liu Meizhen again and then kissed her deeply.
"Aunt Liu, you're really so beautiful."
Lying on her chest with Li Zhiyan in her arms, Liu Meizhen continued to instruct, "Xiao Yan, be gentle."
"I know, Aunt Liu, didn't you already know that earlier?"
Liu Meizhen didn't say anything more, closed her eyes, hugged Li Zhiyan tightly, and let him be.
...
Long after, Li Zhiyan pulled up the quilt, holding Liu Meizhen in his arms.
Feeling very content inside.
