Being tightly embraced by Li Zhiyan, Lai Feifei felt her heart racing.
She could clearly sense the blazing warmth and affection that Li Zhiyan had for her—it was genuine and wholehearted.
Younger love was always so pure, without a trace of pretense.
"Zaizai, are you thinking about kissing Aunt?"
Lai Feifei's stunningly beautiful face started to redden. Even someone like her—a notorious drinker—couldn't help but feel a wave of shame.
"Mm, Aunt."
Li Zhiyan leaned closer and closer to Aunt's lips, his actions remarkably straightforward.
There was no need to hide anything in front of Aunt.
"Zaizai…"
Lai Feifei's breath grew faster.
"Then Aunt will teach you."
"Aunt, didn't you teach me before?"
"I'll teach you again."
Lai Feifei leaned in and kissed Li Zhiyan, and he responded actively in return.
While savoring Aunt's passionate kisses, Li Zhiyan's hands wandered across Aunt's smooth and seductive legs.
Aunt's legs were just as she had described—silky and flawless.
