Li Zhiyan hugged Zhao Shumin tightly.
Then he directly lay down on top of Zhao Shumin.
"You're squishing me—Auntie can't breathe!"
Zhao Shumin's voice carried a hint of grievance, but she still held Li Zhiyan tightly, treating him like he was a three-year-old child.
She truly felt helpless, as if there was no way to deal with Li Zhiyan.
Li Zhiyan deeply understood this.
Now he finally grasped why Lai Feifei was so fond of using the Lai family "octopus hug." He had to admit, this hugging method indeed felt comfortable, especially when pressed against Aunt Zhao's chest.
It gave Li Zhiyan an immense sense of security.
"Alright, lay down properly!"
Although fear pricked Zhao Shumin's heart, she was relieved when Li Zhiyan obediently lay down.
However, his legs were still wrapped around Zhao Shumin.
The warmth and weariness intertwined inside her, and Zhao Shumin gradually drifted off to sleep.
