If only those glamorous legs of a socialite, clearly belonging to a higher class, could be held close and their soft touch truly experienced...
Just thinking about it made Li Zhiyan's heart restless. The Chairman's Wife was undoubtedly the most elegant and dignified woman among all the aunts he had ever known.
Unfortunately, Li Zhiyan was also aware that, in the not-so-distant future, she might be the one to fire him.
Still, Li Zhiyan didn't dwell on it too much. After all, his current life was already quite good. He decided to take things one step at a time.
At 10:30, Aunt Zhao walked in. After removing the constraining garment hiding her figure, Aunt Zhao went to shower.
When she returned wearing a very revealing camisole, the first thing she did was turn off the lights.
"Aunt, why do you always turn off the lights?"
"Aunt feels embarrassed…"
