CHAPTER 448: MORNING IN AUNT’S BEDROOM ✩✩✩✩✩ UNENDING BATTLES OF CATHERINE EVELYN

Lai Feifei held Li Zhiyan tightly, feeling the burning warmth radiating from his body.

And the 25% intense, sincere feelings he had for her.

Lai Feifei felt as though she was on the verge of melting.

"Zaizai, go back to Aunt’s room."

"Your Aunt Rong could come back at any moment."

Lai Feifei kissed Li Zhiyan’s earlobe and whispered softly. Honestly, her heart was still very nervous. She was extremely worried that He Yanrong might discover that she and Xiao Yan had already done everything.

"Okay..."

Holding Aunt Zaizai, feeling the sensation of her delicate, soft warmth wrapped around him, Li Zhiyan felt his blood boiling and his pulse racing.

"Little Zaizai, hurry up!"

Her exquisitely shaped legs wrapped in black stockings clung to Li Zhiyan’s waist, as Lai Feifei urged him to go upstairs. They headed for Aunt Zaizai’s room.

Once inside, Lai Feifei shut the door and said, "Zaizai, wait."

"I’ll lock the door."

"Aunt Zaizai, doesn’t Aunt Rong not have the house key? She won’t be able to get in, so why lock the door?"

"I forgot."

Li Zhiyan carried Aunt Zaizai over to the bed and gently set her down.

As Zaizai lay down, she picked up a can of Zaizai Milk from the bedside table, popped it open, and handed it to Li Zhiyan.

This had become something Aunt Zaizai did every time she saw Li Zhiyan—a little ritual that expressed her deep, affectionate love, which always touched him deeply.

Taking the Zaizai Milk from Aunt Zaizai, Li Zhiyan, feeling a bit thirsty, drank a couple of sips before placing the can on the nightstand.

"Little Zaizai, drinking Aunt’s Zaizai Milk means you’ll have to pay Aunt back, you know."

Lai Feifei lay down, her beautiful eyes brimming with anticipation. Seeing Aunt Zaizai’s captivating look, Li Zhiyan lay down beside her.

Breathing in the fragrant scent of Zaizai’s hair, Li Zhiyan asked, "Aunt Zaizai, are you feeling a little sleepy?"

"Of course. Aunt never gets up in the morning, you know. It’s all because of that little tramp and that shameless hussy—they’re always keeping an eye on Aunt!"

"Otherwise, wouldn’t our afternoon dates be so much nicer?"

Lightly pulling Li Zhiyan’s hand, Lai Feifei’s slender, snow-white fingers began gliding across his palm.

"Aunt Lai, your hands are so tiny."

Holding Aunt Zaizai’s soft and delicate hands, Li Zhiyan murmured gently.

"Zaizai, why does that sound just like the kind of thing you’d hear from a player online?"

Li Zhiyan felt a little sheepish. His ultimate goal was to unify the Shanghai Three Aunts—and this goal really did sound a bit scummy.

"Aunt Zaizai, I’m not that kind of person."

"Mm, Aunt’s little Zaizai is the purest. Come here, let Aunt give you a kiss!"

Thinking back to the early days of their relationship, when Li Zhiyan was so embarrassingly inexperienced.

Lai Feifei figured maybe she was overthinking things.

She leaned over and kissed Li Zhiyan lightly on the cheek.

"Zaizai, touch my legs!"

Lai Feifei knew very well how obsessed Li Zhiyan was with touching her legs—especially her black-stockinged ones.

So when she was with Li Zhiyan, Lai Feifei wanted to make him as happy as possible.

Placing his hand on Zaizai’s black-stockinged leg, the soft, smooth touch sent a wave of heat coursing through Li Zhiyan’s body.

"Zaizai, do you like touching Aunt’s legs?"

"I do, Aunt. I love your legs the most."

"Alright, then touch them for a little while longer."

With that, Lai Feifei flipped over, pinning Li Zhiyan beneath her, catching him completely off guard.

"Aunt, what are you doing?"

"This way, it’s easier for you to savor touching Aunt’s legs."

With that, Lai Feifei hugged Li Zhiyan tightly and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"Mmm... Little Zaizai, kiss Aunt."

"Aunt wants to have a deep kiss with you."

Aunt Zaizai’s kiss was passion-filled and lingering. When Li Zhiyan responded, their embrace grew even tighter.

Much later, Aunt Zaizai slowly sat up.

Li Zhiyan’s eyes were drawn to the deep, creamy expanse of her neckline, his gaze brimming with desire.

Lai Feifei reached for her purse and began rummaging through it.

"Aunt’s little Zaizai, love Aunt..."

...

Later that night, Lai Feifei lay snugly in Li Zhiyan’s arms.

Wrapped up tightly in the blankets, she listened to the chilled breeze from the air conditioner, feeling immensely satisfied.

Today marked her third day together with Li Zhiyan, yet their bond had already grown deeply intimate.

After all, hundreds of days of mutual affection weren’t something that could be casually brushed aside—and in the future, Li Zhiyan would choose her.

"Zaizai, stop touching my legs and help Aunt massage her waist."

"Alright."

Li Zhiyan understood that Aunt Zaizai was, after all, in her forties, so her waist’s health couldn’t compare to someone younger.

"Aunt Zaizai, you shouldn’t push yourself too hard in the future."

"Aunt knows."

Their eyes met, and Li Zhiyan couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss Aunt Zaizai again.

"Naughty Zaizai... still wants to kiss."

Yet Aunt Zaizai’s slightly muffled tone was filled with obvious delight. How could her heart not revel in the pleasure of kissing Li Zhiyan?

As Li Zhiyan helped massage Lai Feifei’s waist and simultaneously kissed her, He Yanrong’s phone call interrupted them.

Breaking apart briefly, Lai Feifei picked up her phone and, recognizing He Yanrong’s name on the screen, quickly gestured for Li Zhiyan to stay quiet.

"It’s your Aunt Rong calling."

Answering the call, Lai Feifei said, "What do you want, you little tramp? Where have you been?"

"I’m so tired, and you’re calling me now?"

"I’m outside. Come open the door for me."

"Alright, I’m coming."

Lai Feifei’s heart raced with a mixture of panic and anxiety. She never expected that He Yanrong would come to the door while she and Li Zhiyan were getting close.