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He knew that when won fought, they could be just as ruthless. Aunt Rong was definitely no match for them, and most importantly, the events from over twenty years ago must have left significant psychological scars on her.
"Aunt Rong, are you okay?"
"Aunt’s fine..."
At this mont, Lai Feifei, whose clothes were disheveled, spoke mournfully, "Zaizai, you only care about your Aunt Rong, you don’t even think to care about your mother. I really gave birth to you in vain."
Seeing Aunt Lai seemingly unhard, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusent and frustration. Aunt Lai was petite and delicate in stature and had actually tried to hold Jin Muxue’s head down to keep her from reaching her.
It was sowhat reminiscent of the sliding tackle s online. But if it had been Aunt Shen, she probably could’ve easily held her head down and kept her at bay.
"Aunt Lai, are your teeth okay?"
"I’m fine, Zaizai, she just hit once during the fight."
"Aunt needs to go tidy up for a bit."
Lai Feifei was a woman who cared greatly about her appearance and was always ticulous about her image.
Now, appearing all ssy in front of Li Zhiyan was sothing Lai Feifei naturally couldn’t accept.
After Lai Feifei left, only Li Zhiyan and He Yanrong remained in the room.
He Yanrong finally collected herself fully at this mont. She stood up and stepped forward to check if Li Zhiyan was injured.
At that mont, Li Zhiyan received the attribute [Double Nerve Sensitivity].
Upon gaining this attribute, Li Zhiyan felt a very vivid and nuanced change in his body.
If he were to get a foot massage from a technician now, it would bring him double the pleasure.
"Baby, are you okay?"
"I’m fine, Aunt Rong, just a few shrews, that’s all."
"Baby, Aunt was really scared. Why were you here today? Weren’t you supposed to be at your Aunt Shen’s?"
"Aunt Rong, Aunt Shen’s company is too busy during the day. I ca to this area today for business and just decided to stop by the bar."
"But I didn’t expect to see a few aggressive won co in. I thought they might be targeting Aunt, so I followed them, and it turned out they really were here to co after you."
"Aunt, was that woman Jin Muxue?"
"Mm, it was her. Over twenty years ago, she brought others to beat up."
"That ti, Aunt nearly lost the baby."
"But now, Baby, you’re in even greater danger. Aunt is so scared."
Li Zhiyan had not only heavily offended Liu Hongjie earlier but had also beaten up Jin Muxue today.
She was genuinely afraid sothing might happen to Li Zhiyan.
"It’s fine, Aunt. Things aren’t the sa as they were before. Don’t worry so much."
Looking at He Yanrong’s snowy, alluring neckline, Li Zhiyan gently held He Yanrong’s hand.
"Baby, Aunt is so scared, and also, Aunt misses you so much."
At this mont, He Yanrong’s emotions slowly overwheld her rationality. She hugged Li Zhiyan tightly by the waist.
Looking into Li Zhiyan’s eyes.
"Aunt, it’s okay, don’t be scared."
"I miss you too, Aunt."
Li Zhiyan’s words stirred the emotional depths of He Yanrong’s heart. She leaned in and kissed his lips.
Pulling him by the hand, she led him toward the massage bed.
Upon reaching the edge of the massage bed, He Yanrong finally released him.
She gently wiped the corner of Li Zhiyan’s mouth, then sat down, while Li Zhiyan lowered his head.
He kissed He Yanrong again, softly laying Aunt Rong onto the massage bed and continued kissing her deeply.
"Baby, kiss ."
"Kiss Aunt properly. Aunt misses you so much, really misses you."
The grievances in her heart and the longing for Li Zhiyan erupted in full force at this mont. How she wished she could be together with Li Zhiyan, living a life of absolute tranquility.
But He Yanrong also knew very well that such a life was impossible.
The reality stood like a mountain between her and Li Zhiyan.
Despite their mutual love, they were destined not to be together. This truth was devastating.
Fully imrsed in their kisses, He Yanrong’s black silk-clad legs entwined tightly around Li Zhiyan.
She seed afraid he might escape.
"Baby..."
Three minutes later, the two parted again.
He Yanrong trembled slightly. She deeply cherished this rare chance to be alone with Li Zhiyan.
"Aunt, I miss you so much."
"Without Aunt feeding , I feel so unhappy."
He Yanrong’s eyes reddened, tears almost spilling over. Li Zhiyan looked at her enchanting, slightly flushed eyes.
He gently kissed her eyes, then lightly kissed the fine lines at the corners of her eyes—the traces of ti, the very marks Li Zhiyan cherished most, symbolizing Aunt Rong’s mature beauty.
"Then let Aunt feed you."
Five minutes later, Li Zhiyan and He Yanrong stood up. He Yanrong figured Lai Feifei would likely be returning soon.
Her heart felt very tense.
"Are you full?"
"Aunt, I don’t think I’m quite full yet. I still want you to feed ."
"You silly child. Aunt wants to hold you properly too, but your Aunt Lai could show up at any mont."
"Not necessarily, Aunt Rong."
Li Zhiyan held Aunt Rong’s hand and kissed her red lips again.
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