CHAPTER 290: 120 OF COURSE YOU CAN DARLING ✩✩✩✩✩_5

Although feeling extremely distressed, He Yanrong still endured the bitterness in her heart to create a better environment for Li Zhiyan and Shen Hongmei to be alone together.

She understood very clearly that there was no future between her and Li Zhiyan.

She had to make sure Li Zhiyan and Shen Hongmei truly ended up together.

"Right!"

Aunt Lai, who had clearly drunk too much, seemed to have her intelligence drop sharply. Her thoughts immediately shifted to He Yanrong after being diverted by her.

After using the restroom, Li Zhiyan also felt a great sense of relief.

"There’s nothing like having a system; my height is still increasing every day, but it’s probably reaching its limit."

Just as he stepped outside, he saw Shen Hongmei standing at the door holding her bag, waiting for him.

"Aunt Shen."

As their eyes met, both saw that unmistakable, blazing intensity in each other’s gaze.

"Sweetheart."

"Aunt, come inside."

"But..."

"It’s okay, Aunt. There are partitioned rooms here. Don’t worry, we can just talk."

Li Zhiyan took Shen Hongmei’s hand and led her into the partitioned room, savoring the warmth of Aunt Shen’s soft, jade-like hands.

Li Zhiyan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Aunt Shen’s waist.

"Aunt, your waist is so slender."

Looking up at Shen Hongmei, Li Zhiyan knew that this angle would be a "death angle" for her.

It really tested one’s looks, but Aunt Shen’s beauty was absolutely flawless, dazzling from any angle.

"Sweetheart..."

Even Shen Hongmei couldn’t help but have a slight tremble in her voice at this moment.

"Sweetheart, do you want to kiss me?"

"Of course I do, Aunt. I think about you every day."

"Even during that week you were with Aunt Rong?"

"Yes."

Shen Hongmei’s heartbeat quickened even more.

"Sweetheart, who do you like better, Aunt Rong or me? Or do you prefer Aunt Lai more?"

Shen Hongmei couldn’t help but ask. There were things she genuinely wanted to know.

But after asking this question, her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

She was truly afraid the answer wouldn’t be what she wanted.

"Aunt, honestly, I don’t know."

"I haven’t figured it out in my heart yet."

"I’m sorry."

Li Zhiyan said apologetically. Shen Hongmei inexplicably let out a sigh of relief. She had been so afraid that he would say he liked He Yanrong or Lai Feifei.

"It’s normal not to have figured it out yet—you’re still young. You’ve only been with Aunt Rong for seven days and now you’re with me."

"You can take your time during these seven days to think about it."

"Aunt, can I still kiss you then?"

Li Zhiyan asked, his eyes brimming with longing.

"Of course you can, sweetheart."

"But, Aunt, you’ll have to lower your head."

Wearing her Valentino heels, Shen Hongmei stood at an imposing height of 190 cm—a super tall figure even among men.

If she didn’t lower her head, kissing her would really be inconvenient for Li Zhiyan. Though perhaps a can of soda for forgetting all worries might ironically make things easier.

"Hmm."

Shen Hongmei gently cupped Li Zhiyan’s head and leaned down to kiss him.

Aunt Shen’s kiss was especially fervent. Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but revel in the feeling.

After a while, the two parted lightly.

"Aunt, did you bring your things?"

"I always keep them in my bag."

Shen Hongmei couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Before, when she was with Li Zhiyan, she had consumed a lot of alcohol.

Those instances had left her in a very dazed and unsteady state.

But now, Shen Hongmei hadn’t had much to drink, and the overwhelming sense of shame consumed her entirely.

"That’s good then. Aunt, take it out."

Turning her back to Li Zhiyan, Shen Hongmei started rummaging through her bag.

Opening the packaging gave her a sense of relief.

...

Ten minutes later, the two walked out of the restroom together.

Shen Hongmei’s cheeks were flushed red, her mature features glowing alluringly.

Looking at Aunt Shen’s radiant and exquisite face, Li Zhiyan couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her neck.

"Aunt, lower your head."

Though embarrassed, Shen Hongmei still cooperated by bowing her head.

Holding Aunt Shen’s voluptuous, nylon-clad legs, Li Zhiyan kissed her again.

"Mmm, Xiao Yan..."

Shen Hongmei reciprocated Li Zhiyan’s kiss.

"Xiao Yan, have you ever gone to the hospital for a check-up? Are you sure you’re not sick?"

Shen Hongmei asked hesitantly, her mind clouded with worry about Li Zhiyan’s health.

"Aunt, your legs are so smooth."

With his hands resting on Aunt Shen’s full and shapely legs, Li Zhiyan couldn’t bear to let go.

"Do you like them..."

"Aunt, I really love your legs."

Soft murmurs intertwined as the two continued kissing.

Not far away, He Yanrong approached, watching them from the distance. The scene was undoubtedly clear and vivid in her eyes.