That skilled technique also intoxicated Li Zhiyan.
Subsequently, Li Zhiyan's hands moved continuously over Zhao Shumin's waist and beautiful legs, the smooth and fair legs making Li Zhiyan feel even more restless inside.
After a long time, they finally paused from kissing.
"Xiao Yan, let's go back to the room, it's not safe here."
"It's fine, Aunt Zhao would hear any footsteps."
"Xiao Yan, we can't, the things didn't come over."
"I brought them."
Zhao Shumin closed her eyes, feeling helpless inside; this child was always so willful.
...
At two in the afternoon, after Li Zhiyan left, Zhao Shumin, her face flushed with red, washed her face with cold water, waiting for the blush on her pretty face to fade.
Only after did she return to the master bedroom intending to start a live stream, looking at the tools on the sewing machine, her heart filled with motivation. This Mid-Autumn Festival she did not feel lonely, and Xiao Yan would come back at night to sleep with her.
