Lai Feifei and Li Zhiyan were chatting, but their voices grew quieter and quieter. At this mont, Lai Feifei was lying in her own room.
Security personnel were already patrolling discreetly outside the villa.
Inside the villa, the doors and windows had been reinforced to prevent any accidents. Ever since Lai Tianming got entangled with gambling debts, Lai Feifei had constantly been on guard for potential incidents.
"Zaizai, Mommy loves you..."
After saying that, Lai Feifei fell soundly asleep.
Li Zhiyan knew that Aunt Lai had clearly fallen asleep.
"Every ti Aunt Lai drinks, she thinks I’m her son."
Just as the call ended, Zhao Shumin walked in after finishing her shower.
"Xiao Yan, hurry up and take a shower. Don’t go to bed without bathing—this weather is so hot!"
"I’m going now, Aunt Zhao. You should put on those black stockings first."
Li Zhiyan placed the stockings on the nightstand.
"These stockings are so torn—how can I still wear them?"
"Aunt Zhao, this way they won’t be too tight, and it’s more comfortable for sleeping at night."
"Besides, torn black stockings actually look pretty nice."
"I’m just accompanying you, yet I still have to wear stockings?"
"Aunt Zhao, just wear them."
"Later, I’ll have to properly touch your legs."
"You silly kid, go take a shower already."
Zhao Shumin urged Li Zhiyan.
After leaving the room to shower, Li Zhiyan ca back, and found Zhao Shumin had gently picked up the stockings, put them on, and then put her pajama pants back over them before she settled into bed, leaning against the headboard waiting for him.
Her delicate face was full of tenderness. Life felt truly peaceful to Zhao Shumin at this mont.
However, the matter with Shang Yunsheng still weighed heavily on her heart.
As did her son, Shang Shunsheng, who constantly left her feeling distraught.
In the end, the person who treated her the best and was most sincere with her turned out to be an outsider—Li Zhiyan.
It wasn’t until Li Zhiyan returned that she finally shook off her thoughts.
"Xiao Yan, you showered way too quickly—less than ten minutes."
"Did you use body wash?"
"I did."
"Co here, let sll."
Li Zhiyan closed the door. The sound of the lock turning seed to flip a switch inside Zhao Shumin’s heart.
It felt as though so kind of restraint deep in her soul had been released.
"Aunt, I did use it, see?"
"Slls nice, but you were still too fast. Xiao Yan, try to spend at least twenty minutes when you’re showering next ti. And don’t forget to brush your teeth, too."
"I knocked it out quickly to save ti."
"It’s almost 11 o’clock now."
Li Zhiyan thought about it—Zhao Shumin’s nightly routine usually took over thirty minutes, while he had sped through his.
"Co on, get to bed already."
"Turn off the light."
Li Zhiyan knew that Zhao Shumin was always very shy. Sharing a bed with him had always made her feel a little embarrassed.
"Alright."
After turning off the lights, Li Zhiyan dove onto the blanket, wrapped his arms around Zhao Shumin’s neck, and looked at her.
As their gazes t, Zhao Shumin’s face grew hot in an instant.
"Xiao Yan, why are you pressing yourself against Aunt?"
"Aunt Zhao, I just like looking at you."
"Aunt’s old already, what’s there to look at?"
"Aunt Zhao, beauty has nothing to do with age. I think you’re getting prettier and prettier."
Li Zhiyan’s "Youth Eternal" aura was quite evident.
Nowadays, Zhao Shumin’s skin condition had improved quite a bit. If she remained by his side in the future, she could maintain this state indefinitely.
She wouldn’t have to worry about aging.
"You really know how to make Aunt happy."
Zhao Shumin’s cheeks grew redder by the mont.
"Aunt Zhao, I’m being completely honest."
As he spoke, Li Zhiyan lightly kissed Zhao Shumin’s pale neck.
"Child, what are you kissing Aunt’s neck for?"
"Aunt Zhao, I like you. I’d like to kiss you everywhere."
Li Zhiyan kissed her neck again, twice more.
"Alright, Xiao Yan, stop ssing around—it tickles a bit."
"Don’t pin Aunt down, I can barely breathe."
"Don’t you feel hot?"
"Aunt, I don’t feel hot at all—actually, I feel a bit cold with the AC on."
"Then hurry up and co under the blanket—don’t catch cold."
As she spoke, Zhao Shumin lifted a corner of the blanket.
"Get in already—don’t make yourself sick."
Li Zhiyan slipped under the corner of the blanket and imdiately felt enveloped in warmth.
Hugging Zhao Shumin tightly, he felt as though life at that mont was like heaven.
"Why are you still pressing against Aunt?"
"Get off ."
"You’re like a three-year-old baby."
Zhao Shumin couldn’t help but feel amused—this kid really did act like a child most of the ti.
"Aunt Zhao, aren’t I just a child in front of you?"
"Yes, little baby, let Aunt treat you right and dote on you."
Zhao Shumin held him in her arms, lightly patting his back while teasing and engaging him.
Gradually, her face started to blush a little.
"Alright, Xiao Yan, settle down. Be good—you’re an adult, a grown boy now."
Li Zhiyan shifted away, then tugged on Zhao Shumin’s hand and said, "Aunt, then why don’t you lie in my arms?"
"You little rascal—you want Aunt to lie in your arms?"
"Aunt Zhao, didn’t you say I’m a grown boy now? If you lie in my arms, it’s protecting you—it feels more natural."
Gently, Zhao Shumin leaned into Li Zhiyan’s embrace, listening to his heartbeat. The overwhelming sense of security steadily spread through her.
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