After rinsing her mouth, Zhao Shumin looked at Li Zhiyan, who had gone to the master bedroom to wait for dinner, and felt a sense of relief in her heart.
"This child, truly has an incredible amount of energy."
Zhao Shumin found her own appetite decreasing somewhat.
Carrying the prepared dinner, Zhao Shumin moved her pair of snowy white, beautiful legs as she headed to the master bedroom.
"Aunt."
"Xiao Yan, eat more to nourish yourself; otherwise, I'll be worried."
Aunt Zhao was like this, and so was Aunt Shen. They cared too much about her, which was understandable.
"Alright, I know, Aunt."
"Aunt, extend your leg over here."
"What for?"
"I want to touch your leg. It's so smooth."
"We're eating, Xiao Yan. Touch it as much as you like when we go to bed later."
Zhao Shumin's face turned slightly red. Every day she spent with Li Zhiyan filled her with immense shame, but Zhao Shumin also found herself addicted to this feeling.
