Looking at Aunt Zhao standing in front of him wearing a low-cut camisole, Li Zhiyan felt his blood rushing.
When it came to Zhao Shumin, his feelings were a solid 25 out of 10.
"Always making Aunt hold you, naughty kid."
Aunt Zhao teased with a playful tone, a pink blush swiftly spreading across her charming face.
Soon after, Zhao Shumin hurriedly turned off the lights, and as Li Zhiyan stared at her, a deep sense of shame surged uncontrollably within her.
"Aunt, you're so beautiful. I just want you to hold me."
"You little rascal."
After lying down, Aunt Zhao wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan, who quietly listened to the beats of Aunt Zhao's heart, his own excitement reaching a solid 25 out of 10.
"Aunt."
"What? Want to kiss Aunt?"
"Yeah, Aunt, how did you know?"
"You brat. Is there a day you don't kiss Aunt?"
Li Zhiyan wrapped his arms around Aunt Zhao's neck and gently laid her flat in the covers.
