And Li Zhiyan was obedient and turned off the lights.
"Aunt Zhao, I can only sleep if you wear black stockings and high heels."
"Nonsense, I can't accompany you to sleep if I don't wear black stockings and high heels?"
"Aunt Zhao, high heels and black stockings help with sleep."
"At night, I feel secure when I touch your black stocking-clad beautiful legs."
Zhao Shumin's face was very red, but the darkness alleviated her embarrassment.
"Talking rubbish again."
"Aunt Zhao, just wear them for me."
Li Zhiyan handed the black stockings to Zhao Shumin.
"It's still those torn black stockings."
"Otherwise, let me wear regular stockings for you."
Zhao Shumin felt extremely embarrassed.
The things Li Zhiyan made her wear really made her feel very ashamed.
"No, Aunt Zhao, wear these black stockings. Actually, a little torn adds a different kind of charm."
"You and your peculiar tastes, what charm is there in torn black stockings?"
"Aunt Zhao, hurry and put them on."
