Li Zhiyan was extremely worried that Zhao Shumin might be pregnant.
Last night, he truly hadn't expected it—Zhao Shumin actually thought she was dreaming.
She took the initiative to cross boundaries with him.
Li Zhiyan swore that the scene deeply shook him, sending shivers through his very soul.
After washing up briefly,
Li Zhiyan walked to Zhao Shumin's bedroom door and knocked.
"Aunt Zhao."
The images from last night still floated in his mind.
"Xiao Yan, just go to work first,"
"I need a good rest. Xiao Yan, please leave."
"I'm exhausted…"
Zhao Shumin, her face burning red, said to Li Zhiyan.
Her voice trembled with every word. For someone as conservative as her, even wearing stockings felt shameful.
Let alone crossing a moral boundary with a young man only 20 years old.
"Alright, Aunt. Rest well."
"And… maybe buy some medicine."
After saying that, Li Zhiyan left the house.
