Lai Feifei placed her beautiful black-silk-clad legs on Li Zhiyan's lap.
"Come, Zaizai, feel my legs!"
"You must feel strange without touching beautiful legs in black silk at night."
After Li Zhiyan put his hand on Aunt's black-silk-clad legs, feeling their texture, he said, "Not really, plain legs are quite nice too, but black-silk-clad legs are even better."
"Zaizai, between your Aunt Shen and Aunt Lai, would you choose Aunt Lai?"
"If you choose Aunt Lai, she will always wear black silk when you sleep together in the future."
Listening to Aunt's words, Li Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a surge of heat; Aunt is quite the little enchantress.
Especially her charmingly coquettish manner—none of the other aunts have this talent.
Of course, perhaps it's due to age, that the other aunts can't bring themselves to act this way, which is normal, but for someone who masks their feelings with alcohol like Li Zhiyan, this felt natural.
