Here is the translated text:
"Aunt, it's fine. Young people nowadays all like this kind of thing."
After Aunt Zhao put the food down, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but hug her from behind.
His hands moved across Aunt Zhao's beautiful legs, gradually reaching her stomach.
"Aunt Zhao, I want a kiss."
"You child..."
Zhao Shumin turned around and naturally kissed Li Zhiyan. At this point, Aunt Zhao was already used to the feeling of kissing Li Zhiyan anytime, anywhere.
This was just a sign of affection between an elder and a young one; it didn't mean anything.
After breakfast, as Li Zhiyan was on his way, he called Aunt Rong.
"Hello, baby."
He Yanrong's voice was as gentle as ever. Her love for Li Zhiyan had already reached a fiery intensity within her heart.
However, He Yanrong was suppressing her love for him at the moment.
"Aunt Rong, after clocking in at work later, how about I go to Century Palace to hang out with you?"
