Certainly, here is the translation you requested:
"That's true, Xiao Yan has grown up."
"Aunt, why don't you put your legs on mine."
"What are you up to?"
"This way it seems like I'm your support, and I can protect you."
"I think you just want to touch my legs."
"That's right, Aunt Zhao, your legs are so beautiful. They're my favorite."
"You're talking nonsense again."
Zhao Shumin was fully aware of exactly what Li Zhiyan liked about her. His obsession with certain parts of her could truly be described as somewhat crazy.
Even though she understood Li Zhiyan's thoughts, Zhao Shumin still placed her legs on top of his. The warmth from Li Zhiyan spread to her, making her heartbeat quicken slightly.
"Aunt Zhao, let me touch the stockings."
Li Zhiyan placed his hand on Zhao Shumin's leg, only to realize she was still wearing her nightgown.
"Aunt Zhao, you're not wearing stockings."
The faint light filtering through the window.
