Thinking about the twenty-five percent relationship with Li Zhiyan, He Tingting felt warmth inside, but also felt that the loneliness suppressed for over a decade was fully drawn out at that moment.
After lying down, she decided to take a good rest.
When Zhao Zhihao came to the living room, he grabbed a rattan stick and tried to open He Tingting's door to vent his anger by beating her.
However, after discovering the door was locked, he held back, really fearing that making a big fuss would result in Li Zhiyan coming over to beat him.
...
After returning home, Zhao Shumin was already lying in bed after her bath, waiting for Li Zhiyan.
"Xiao Yan, is everything taken care of?"
"It's all done, Aunt..."
Looking at Aunt Zhao half-lying on the bed, Li Zhiyan felt a twenty-five percent restlessness in his heart.
The deep, endless white ravine under the straps made Li Zhiyan involuntarily swallow a bit.
The weather was still unbearably hot.
