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After a while, Lai Feifei ca back.
"Popsicles are here! Li Zhiyan."
Once Lai Feifei returned, Li Zhiyan took the popsicle and started to apply it to Shen Hongi’s injury.
Popsicle on her foot combined with Li Zhiyan’s firm massage.
Shen Hongi felt the sharp pain gradually fade away.
She began to return to normal.
Seeing Shen Hongi’s complexion looking much better, Li Zhiyan let out a sigh of relief.
"A day as husband and wife cos with a hundred days of grace."
That night, he and Shen Hongi shared seven hundred days of grace, and Shen Hongi had indeed been very kind to him.
The job at Changlong Group was sothing she had arranged for him using her connections.
So naturally, he felt deeply concerned for Shen Hongi.
"Aunt Lai, why did you buy alcohol again?"
"I saw how much pain Hongi was in, so I thought I’d let her drink a little to relieve it."
Li Zhiyan: "..."
At that mont, Li Zhiyan couldn’t bring himself to expose Lai Feifei.
Aunt Shen was still on her period—how could this boozehound not know that!
She clearly just saw the alcohol and couldn’t resist drinking it.
That’s the true nature of a boozehound.
"Hongi, you really look much better. Li Zhiyan, you’re amazing. But how did you end up here?"
Shen Hongi, who was feeling a bit better, also looked at Li Zhiyan with so curiosity.
At the mont, her delicate foot in stockings was being held by Li Zhiyan, which made her feel a faint sense of shyness.
But for soone as emotionally resilient as Shen Hongi,
her surface remained calm as always.
"Aunt Lai, I like to wander around when I’m free."
"I didn’t expect to pass by here and run into you."
"Well, what a coincidence! Hongi, does it still hurt?"
Shen Hongi humd in response. It really had hurt at the beginning.
But with the firm pressure from Li Zhiyan, she gradually got used to it, and the pain subsided.
Seeing that Shen Hongi was genuinely fine, Lai Feifei casually pulled out a wine opener, opened the bottle,
and started drinking straight from it. Initially,
Lai Feifei acted quite normal, quietly drinking wine while watching Li Zhiyan massage Shen Hongi’s delicate foot.
But gradually, her face started to turn red.
"Little Yan-bao."
Hearing this familiar nickna,
Li Zhiyan silently thought to himself, "Oh no,"—without a doubt, the boozehound was getting drunk again!
"Tell , why is it that every ti your Aunt Shen has bad luck, you’re always there?"
"Are you her personal jinx?"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
As Shen Hongi looked at Li Zhiyan diligently massaging her ankle, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of wonder in her heart.
In the past, she never believed in sothing as nonsensical as fate.
But the number of coincidences between her and Li Zhiyan had surpassed re chance.
In a city like this, the odds of their repeated run-ins were smaller than winning the lottery, yet here they were.
The more she tried to distance herself from Li Zhiyan, the harder it beca to accomplish...
She sighed softly in her heart.
"Aunt Shen, your foot is so cold."
"Let warm it for you."
As he spoke, Li Zhiyan placed her stocking-covered delicate foot against his stomach. The chill of it made him slightly uncomfortable,
but it quickly transford into the comforting sensation of holding her soft, delicate foot.
The warmth spreading from her foot brought Shen Hongi’s mind back to the ti when Li Zhiyan ward her feet in the back seat of a car...
Gentle feelings welled up in Shen Hongi’s heart. She and this boy—letting go wasn’t easy, and he had always wanted to stay by her side.
The thought made Shen Hongi’s head ache a bit.
Even when she had hit rock bottom during her business days, things hadn’t been this complicated.
"Shen Hongi!"
"Still insist there’s nothing going on between you and Little Yan-bao?"
Sipping her wine, Lai Feifei fixed Shen Hongi with an accusatory gaze.
"He’s even warming your feet. Tell , have those feet of yours done other things for Li Zhiyan?"
Shen Hongi felt a wave of regret. This mad boozehound woman.
She should have stopped her from drinking earlier.
Once she drinks, she instantly becos unreasonable, spewing nonsense left and right.
"Lai Feifei, I’ll rip your mouth off!"
"Admit it, you definitely fed him a late-night snack earlier!"
Li Zhiyan knew Shen Hongi didn’t want others to know about what had happened between them.
And he could understand. After all, there were too many real-world issues to grapple with.
At this mont, Li Zhiyan explained, "Aunt Lai, it’s really nothing. Don’t overthink it."
Lai Feifei patted Li Zhiyan’s head.
"Little Yan-bao, if you’re warming Hongi’s feet, then you have to warm mine too!"
A mont later, Lai Feifei slipped off her high heels and placed her own black-stockinged foot on Li Zhiyan’s chest.
"Hug it! If your Aunt Shen gets one, I want one too!"
Instinctively, Li Zhiyan obeyed and held Lai Feifei’s black-stockinged foot to his chest.
With one flesh-colored foot and one black-stockinged foot resting against his chest, Li Zhiyan felt an overwhelming sense of fulfillnt in his heart.
This happiness had co far too suddenly.
Thank goodness for a boozehound who was only bold like this when drunk!
As he glanced at Lai Feifei’s foot pressed against his,
Shen Hongi felt deeply uneasy. Jealousy is a natural instinct in humans.
Even if it’s sothing one doesn’t like, the mont soone else takes an interest, it becos precious.
Let alone a living, breathing Li Zhiyan she had such fond feelings for.
"Little Yan-bao!"
"Which foot do you think is softer, mine or your Aunt Shen’s?"
"Whose foot do you like more?"
Faced with such a dangerous question, Li Zhiyan dared not answer even a bit.
"I like both... Aunt Shen’s and Aunt Lai’s feet are both very beautiful."
Lai Feifei’s intoxication only grew heavier.
"You little smooth-talker. Little Yan-bao, tell Aunt Lai the truth—isn’t it true that Hongi has used her feet to help you with sothing? I hear a lot of people online are into delicate feet, especially in stockings."
"Do you like it?"
Shen Hongi’s face finally turned red.
She reached out and pinched Lai Feifei’s neck hard, saying, "Say one more word, and I’ll tear your mouth apart!"
Lai Feifei coughed lightly.
"Fine, fine, I’ll stop talking."
"I promise I won’t say another word about you."
Only then did Shen Hongi let go of Lai Feifei.
"Little Yan-bao, do you like Auntie’s feet?"
"Or how about you have a taste of Auntie’s feet?"
As she spoke, Lai Feifei playfully tapped Li Zhiyan’s chest with her toes, the warmth seeping through making Li Zhiyan’s heartbeat quicken.
This boozehound—she even slled good everywhere.
The black-stockinged legs carried a faint fragrant scent too.
Hearing such an outrageous suggestion, Li Zhiyan was absolutely opposed!
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