After a long time, Lai Feifei held Li Zhiyan, letting her lie in her embrace.
Tightly wrapped in the quilt, Lai Feifei felt very happy in her heart.
"Zaizai, you're still quite honest, aren't you..."
"Aunt's little Zaizai."
"Listen to see if Aunt's heartbeat is fast."
Li Zhiyan listened to Aunt's heartbeat, clearly realizing that Aunt had not yet calmed down.
"Zaizai, touch Aunt's leg."
Under the covers, Lai Feifei took Li Zhiyan's hand and placed it on her own beautifully-clad legs, feeling deeply content in her heart.
This time out, her feelings with Li Zhiyan had developed over the past seven hundred days.
Feeling the texture of Aunt's beautiful legs, Li Zhiyan's breath also quickened.
"Aunt, are you tired?"
"Aunt thinks it's fine, I regained quite some strength while eating earlier."
Actually, Lai Feifei already felt a bit tired, although forty is like a tiger, after all, age definitely takes its toll on physical strength.
