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"Li Zhiyan, lick the yogurt clean for ."
Today, Catherine directly dipped her finger into the yogurt, then extended it in front of Li Zhiyan, attempting to humiliate him.
Li Zhiyan said nothing and silently put Catherine’s finger into his mouth.
It didn’t feel like humiliation; instead, it seed more like Catherine was feeding Li Zhiyan.
And the fingers of this foreign woman were exceptionally pale and clean.
Watching as Li Zhiyan ate all the yogurt off her fingertip,
Catherine felt imnsely satisfied inside. Her plan to train him like a dog seed to be working perfectly. Now Li Zhiyan was obediently eating on her finger.
Asians are inherently lowly. Whatever she told him to do, he had to do.
"Not bad, Li Zhiyan. Today, give my thighs a massage."
"But only the lower part—don’t go beyond where the black stockings end."
Catherine contentedly closed her eyes, sipping yogurt and eating fruit, treating Li Zhiyan entirely like a beast of burden.
Li Zhiyan ntally noted the things Catherine made him do, silently keeping them in his heart.
One day, he was determined to repay her in kind and show her his capability.
However, as the major opportunity at Changlong Group had yet to arrive, he had to endure for now.
For the sake of survival, he could only continue massaging Catherine’s slender, black-stockinged thighs.
His hand gently massaged Catherine’s jade-like foot, then slowly moved upward.
"Great, amazing..."
Li Zhiyan’s massage technique was exceptionally proficient; the warmth of his hands made Catherine so enraptured that even her native language escaped her lips.
After a long while, Li Zhiyan’s hand lightly shifted onto Catherine’s thigh.
With her height of 178cm, Catherine naturally had very plump and shapely thighs.
The visual contrast between the black stockings above her knees and the fair, flawless skin of her legs created a stunningly striking effect. Caucasian skin really was different.
As Li Zhiyan continued to massage, Catherine’s inner repression ignited at this mont.
"Darling, it’s been over ten years since we’ve done that—why are you suddenly so sexy today?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Catherine realized that the person in front of her was the lowly Li Zhiyan.
Her face visibly flushed red.
"Li Zhiyan, you can leave now."
She slapped away Li Zhiyan’s hands and issued the order for him to leave.
...
"This foreign woman is really so promiscuous—looks like she’s been holding back her loneliness for quite so ti."
Leaving the company, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but think about Catherine’s blushing face earlier. The allure of Caucasian won was still different from Shanghai Aunties.
That afternoon, Li Zhiyan arrived at the vehicle administration office to prepare for his second driving exam.
He increasingly appreciated the value of the job Aunt Lai had introduced him to: lucrative benefits, no overti, and once KPIs were t, he could leisurely slack off.
After the probation period, there would be commissions too. That was when life with his insider information would truly improve.
Upon entering the vehicle administration office, Li Zhiyan saw a parked Xiaomi SU7 lowering its window.
"Xiao Yan!"
He Yanrong waved at Li Zhiyan, and sure enough, Li Zhiyan saw the drunken Lai Feifei next to her.
"Zaizai, co in and enjoy the air conditioning—it’s hot outside."
Lai Feifei clearly appeared to have been drinking, which puzzled Li Zhiyan. This drunkard had clearly co to accompany him for the exam, but how had she driven here after drinking?
Once he opened the car door and got in, He Yanrong, dressed in sporty attire today, actively moved aside.
Li Zhiyan noticed that He Yanrong’s bust size should be sowhere between an E and an F cup—it was hard to tell the exact asurent.
"Move over; let my Zaizai sit in the middle."
Pulling him into the middle seat, Lai Feifei surrounded Li Zhiyan with two mature won.
The car was filled with fragrance, including the faint natural scent emanating from He Yanrong, likely due to her being in the nursing phase—a detail Li Zhiyan had noted from her profile.
He Yanrong had tried discussing weaning with her daughter, but it hadn’t worked out.
"Aunt Rong, wasn’t Aunt Lai the one who drove you here? She wouldn’t have had a drink while driving, right?"
"Of course not. When she drinks, I won’t let her drive."
"It’s because there was a bottle of red wine in the fridge in the back; she found it too warm and drank it like mineral water."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
With her flushed cheeks, Lai Feifei hugged Li Zhiyan’s arm, pressing closely against him with her slender feminine fra.
Looking at Aunt Lai, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel an irresistible fondness for her.
"Zaizai."
"Aunt has been thinking about it lately and feels sothing’s off—be honest, did Shen Hongi trick you with sothing too flashy for your ride?"
Even in her drunken state, Lai Feifei retained her sharp deanor.
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan like holding a child.
"No, Aunt Lai, stop overthinking. Didn’t we already explain that last ti?"
It wasn’t yet ti to lay all the cards on the table; certain things, once said, would lead to mutual destruction.
Under ideal circumstances, he could only be with one Aunt—a situation that clearly was not what Li Zhiyan desired.
"Good, as long as that’s the case."
"Zaizai, don’t believe Shen Hongi. She’s a very wicked person."
"Oh, by the way, let recomnd a novel to you."
"It’s about a landlady, Mrs. Hu, and an academically struggling young man."
"I am your landlady, Mrs. Lai, and you are my tenant, the young Xiao Yan."
Even He Yanrong seed unable to bear anymore.
"Lai Feifei, you shaless hussy—can you stop acting so indecently every ti you get drunk?"
"Who’s indecent? I’m the elegant ice queen type, okay?"
"You won’t let feed my Zaizai."
"Then you feed him instead."
"After all, you’re authentic; look, my Zaizai’s gotten skinny from hunger—hurry up!"
Speaking, Lai Feifei leaned forward and began tugging at He Yanrong’s clothes.
Lying atop Li Zhiyan’s lap, anwhile grappling with He Yanrong, the deranged woman went all out.
He Yanrong was both mortified and annoyed. Ever since Li Zhiyan had joined their circle, this drunkard had grown increasingly outrageous.
The two won wrestled playfully until He Yanrong inadvertently landed a hard hit on Lai Feifei’s forehead.
This made Lai Feifei recoil in pain.
"Are you okay, Feifei?"
He Yanrong montarily forgot about her drenched T-shirt and worried over Lai Feifei.
Then, Feifei, employing her "Lai family octopus grip," clung tightly around Li Zhiyan and sat on his lap.
"Zaizai, Mommy’s in so much pain."
"Give a little rub in the front."
Li Zhiyan obediently gave her a little rub, after which Lai Feifei wrapped her legs behind his back.
"Zaizai, she bullied your mom!"
"Quick, grab her food and avenge Mommy!"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
This woman really considered herself as his mother after drinking, even calling him her son—she truly was too adorable beyond words.
"You’re crazy!"
"Ah!"
Feifei let out a cry, burying her head against Li Zhiyan’s right side.
"Zaizai, protect Mommy."
Saying this, Lai Feifei clung even tighter to Li Zhiyan, the drunken "Lai octopus" savoring her favorite feeling of wrapping herself around him.
As Feifei pressed closely against him, Li Zhiyan’s heart raced uncontrollably.
"Aunt Lai."
Holding Feifei’s black-stockinged shapely legs with both hands, Li Zhiyan’s voice beca distinctly awkward.
anwhile, He Yanrong also noticed Li Zhiyan’s changing deanor.
When this woman was drunk, acting crazy, and constantly getting close to Li Zhiyan—could it be she really liked him?
"Zaizai, does Aunt’s leg feel good to touch?"
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