Li Zhiyan, who had been chatting with Zhao Shumin just moments ago, suddenly found himself trapped in an awkward situation.
He had completely forgotten that the black stockings Aunt Lai drunkenly gifted him yesterday were left on his bed, forgotten and not put away!
Now, this shrew had seen them, and there was no defending himself this time—even jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash him clean.
He hadn't done anything wrong at all!
"Aunt Zhao, actually, this is a misunderstanding. I don't have that kind of fetish."
These days, Li Zhiyan was focusing intensely on learning and improving himself—there was no chance he'd start visiting temples.
"Xiao Yan, you don't have to explain to Aunt. Truth be told, Aunt understands."
"Young people, so full of energy…"
"It's normal to fantasize a little when you're alone."
"But…"
"But you can't go stealing other people's stockings—people will call the police."
