Li Zhiyan held Aunt Rong tightly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and drifted off to sleep alongside her.
At three in the morning.
Li Zhiyan got up to use the restroom; he had truly had too much to drink.
He felt as though he had completely depleted Aunt Rong's stockpile.
Returning to the room, he gazed at the charming face of sleeping Aunt Rong, and his chest stirred with heat.
Though Aunt Rong had removed her makeup, her natural beauty remained flawless—fair and delicate skin, soft and supple to the point of perfection.
The faint crow's-feet at the corners of her eyes, her pink lips, and the deep, intoxicating curves all rendered Li Zhiyan helpless in suppressing his desires.
He soon embraced Aunt Rong.
…
At 3:30 AM, Li Zhiyan adjusted Aunt Rong to the left side of the bed and lay down next to her.
"Aunt, you're so beautiful."
"Baby…"
He Yanrong murmured incoherently as she spoke during her sleep.
