He Tingting's heart was pounding; she was old enough to be this child's mother.
But he said he wanted to kiss her every day, and it reminded her of Zhao Shumin and Li Zhiyan kissing.
Even entering his room, would she in the future...
The cold water splashed on her face, making He Tingting feel a bit better, but under Li Zhiyan's gaze.
He Tingting's sweet and pretty face grew increasingly flushed, and she started to feel warm.
"Xiao Yan, Auntie is too old to be kissing you. Let's pretend what just happened didn't happen."
"Aunt Ting..."
Li Zhiyan knew He Tingting was also moved, so he embraced her again, leaning in to kiss Aunt Ting.
Li Zhiyan's firm and tight embrace made He Tingting's wounds hurt faintly, but she felt an immense joy.
"Mmm... Xiao Yan, don't do this."
Even as she said this, He Tingting responded with fiery passion.
Worried that Aunt Zhao might come over at any moment, they only kissed for two minutes.
