Thinking about sharing a bed with Li Zhiyan, Zhao Shumin felt her heart burning.
It was as if even her blood had started to heat up.
This child, almost 21, still made such a request.
"Aunt Zhao, I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you?"
"I promise, I won't do anything inappropriate."
Zhao Shumin's face grew increasingly hot.
"No, Xiao Yan, you promised me before—everything you'd listen to me on, and no more inappropriate actions."
"We can't keep making mistakes."
"Aunt Zhao, I really just want to sleep with you, no other thoughts, I can't fall asleep."
Zhao Shumin was worried that the couple with matching tattoos might overhear.
She hesitated for a moment but eventually unlocked the door, letting Li Zhiyan in.
"Alright, Xiao Yan, you can sleep with me."
"But you must behave yourself, no wandering thoughts, understand?"
"I understand, Aunt Zhao."
Li Zhiyan gave his assurance, then sat on Zhao Shumin's bed.
