For Li Fuzhen, the Sanxing Royal Princess, a promise made is a promise kept.
And she was already dressed in her pajamas.
Gently putting on two black stockings.
Li Fuzhen quietly waited for Li Zhiyan to come over.
Before long, Li Zhiyan returned with the things he had bought.
When the two met again.
Li Fuzhen felt a bit flustered, her heart racing.
Though she was a 40-year-old mature woman, it had been a long time since...
A burning sensation surged within her.
At this moment, Li Fuzhen's rationality had been entirely devoured by suppressive loneliness.
Once Li Zhiyan stepped forward.
He pulled Li Fuzhen into his embrace and then gently kissed her.
This time, Li Fuzhen was noticeably very nervous.
Though they had kissed several times before.
But this time was completely different, so Li Fuzhen was extremely tense.
After a while, Li Zhiyan softly asked, "Chairman Li, you wore black stockings."
Thinking of Li Fuzhen's usual elegant and aloof demeanor.
