Looking at Gu Wanzhou's beautiful legs in stockings, Li Zhiyan remembered that time at the teahouse.
That time when he and Gu Wanzhou talked about Oedipus.
She was wearing the same flesh-colored stockings, which was truly nostalgic.
"Aunt Gu, I always feel like something is missing..."
Li Zhiyan said softly.
"What's missing?"
"I think it's missing a pair of black stockings. You should wear black stockings."
Gu Wanzhou, sitting on the desk, lightly hummed, planning to go back to the room to get the black stockings.
In that small room, there is a wardrobe filled with Gu Wanzhou's clothes.
It's almost like her bedroom.
"Aunt Gu, you just sit here. I'll go get the black stockings."
After gently kissing Gu Wanzhou's lips, Li Zhiyan walked towards the small room.
Watching Li Zhiyan's back.
Gu Wanzhou felt an uncontrollable excitement in her heart.
This child...
