Li Zhiyan leaned in and kissed He Yanrong directly.
"This is really not okay, baby, stop this."
"Aunt will get mad."
Because they were kissing, He Yanrong's words were muffled and unclear.
"Xiao Yan, just one kiss, nothing more."
"Mhm, Aunt..."
The way Aunt Rong both resisted and yielded stirred an unusual sense of excitement in Li Zhiyan's heart, yet Aunt Rong was incredibly honest about her own feelings.
Five minutes later, Li Zhiyan finally pulled away from He Yanrong. Afterward, He Yanrong helped him wipe off the lipstick from his lips.
Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"There, that's enough, make sure Aunt Lai never finds out. And no more kissing Aunt again in the future."
He Yanrong said very seriously.
"Aunt, I understand."
"Aunt, I'm a little hungry."
Li Zhiyan looked at He Yanrong in front of him with wide, pleading eyes.
"You needy child..."
