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"Aunt will be with you."
Li Zhiyan let out a sigh of relief.
Although her words still carried a hint of rejection, there was now at least a glimr of hope.
"I’ll head out first."
As Shen Hongi was about to leave, Li Zhiyan looked at her shapely, alluring legs and said, "Aunt Shen, before you go, can you grant one small wish?"
Shen Hongi stopped in her tracks.
"What wish?"
"I want to kiss you, Aunt Shen."
Shen Hongi glanced around. Thankfully, the scorching weather ensured there were very few people nearby, saving them a lot of potential embarrassnt.
"Xiao Yan, this doesn’t seem appropriate..."
"Just for today."
"Today, things already turned out that way."
"That was just an accident."
Shen Hongi’s ntal defenses were breached; a flush began spreading across her fair cheeks.
"I know it was an accident..."
"But since it’s already happened, a kiss won’t really matter."
"Forget it..."
Looking into Shen Hongi’s tranquil gaze, Li Zhiyan felt a little hesitant. He didn’t want a small act of greed to ruin the emotional connection he had built with Shen Hongi.
"Alright, Aunt will let you kiss."
Shen Hongi agreed. Under the illumination of the streetlamp, her legs, more captivating than anything Li Zhiyan’s life could offer, appeared particularly enchanting.
"Really?"
"Of course. Aunt keeps her word."
Li Zhiyan wasn’t sure if Shen Hongi had drunk too much, but this unexpectedly good news filled his heart with excitent.
Moving forward, he embraced Shen Hongi’s waist, intending to kiss her.
But with Shen Hongi wearing heels, standing at a height of 190 (cm), it was truly inconvenient for him to reach her lips.
Feeling the awkwardness, Li Zhiyan fumbled and said, "Aunt Shen..."
"Bend down a little; I can’t quite reach."
Shen Hongi couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh slightly, as if a frost-laden mountain was lting.
"You silly child..."
Lowering her head slightly, Shen Hongi gently pressed her lips onto Li Zhiyan’s, and then kissed him.
"Alright, that’s one quick kiss done."
Li Zhiyan tasted the subtle flavor of her lipstick, but an inexplicable disappointnt lingered in his heart.
"Oh..."
"You silly child! You’re far too earnest."
Both of them fell quiet, gazing into each other’s eyes.
In that mont, Shen Hongi’s previously distant gaze softened into sothing tender and filled with a woman’s warmth.
Her eyes radiated a gentle affection, hiding depths as serene as spring waters.
It was the look of a woman enamored with a man—a gaze imbued with layers of unspoken complexities.
Within Shen Hongi’s heart, there was no doubt she harbored feelings for Li Zhiyan.
After all, there is a path that leads straight to a woman’s heart.
For Shen Hongi, who had endured years of loneliness, the 900 days of bond she shared with Li Zhiyan, coupled with his distinctiveness, had undoubtedly stirred ripples in her emotions.
Now, Shen Hongi, whose rationality had been consud by alcohol, revealed a glimr from the depths of her heart through her eyes.
The look she gave him made Li Zhiyan’s soul tremble slightly.
Staring at Shen Hongi’s slightly bent posture, Li Zhiyan’s gaze locked onto her crimson lips.
He abruptly hugged Shen Hongi tightly and kissed her lips breathlessly.
But for a while, Shen Hongi didn’t respond—she was rely chuckling quietly.
The alcohol had not worn off; her rational mind was not in control.
In that mont, she was lost in the amusent of teasing Li Zhiyan.
"Aunt..."
"Open your mouth..."
Finally, Shen Hongi parted her lips and began cooperating with Li Zhiyan.
"Silly child. Foolish little one..."
"Mmm..."
Once Li Zhiyan began kissing her fully, it turned into an ardently passionate kiss. He clung tightly to Shen Hongi’s red dress, utterly entranced.
After more than ten minutes, sensing that Shen Hongi could barely remain standing, Li Zhiyan reluctantly let go of her.
At that mont, Shen Hongi’s delicate feet ached—after all, she was wearing heels and had consud alcohol, leaving her even less steady on her feet.
"Xiao Yan, Aunt is heading back now."
Helping Li Zhiyan wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth, Shen Hongi said tenderly.
"Let walk you back."
"No need, Aunt is still sober."
Although Shen Hongi insisted, Li Zhiyan still stood and watched as Shen Hongi got into her car.
Only then did his heart completely settle.
Touching the pair of stockings in his pocket, his mind wandered back to Shen Hongi’s gaze—so tender, so affectionate.
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