Yu Hongmei wearing black silk made Li Zhiyan's heart extremely excited.
After all, she usually couldn't wear black silk at work.
But for him, she wore black silk and high heels, passionately kissing him and showing her most feminine side in front of him.
Just thinking about it, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.
"Aunt Yu, you should always keep a pair of black silk stockings in your office. Next time I come to see you, you should wear them for me."
"You kid…"
"Alright, Auntie will prepare them."
Yu Hongmei was embarrassed but agreed, knowing that her relationship with Li Zhiyan had reached an inseparable degree.
...
The next morning, when Li Zhiyan woke up, he saw Yu Hongmei sleeping soundly beside him.
Her pretty face, resembling that of Kujima Megumi, still had a slight blush. Last night, he and Yu Hongmei shared a bond of seven hundred days.
"Maybe it can work out."
