"Wha... what..."
The vegetable basin in her hands fell into the sink, and Zhao Shumin's face flushed completely.
"Xiao Yan, no, Aunt really can't agree to this."
"Aunt is already this old—what would people say if I got pregnant?"
"Aunt Zhao, but isn't it unlikely that you'd get pregnant right away?"
"Isn't pregnancy a low-probability thing?"
"Even if we tried for a few months or a year, it might not happen, right?"
"No, Xiao Yan, we absolutely have to be careful."
"Alright, Aunt Zhao, I'll head out now."
Seeing the slightly dejected look on Li Zhiyan's face, Zhao Shumin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt toward him.
"Xiao Yan, don't be sad. How about Aunt gives you one more kiss?"
"Okay."
Li Zhiyan knew that if he refused at this moment, Aunt Zhao would likely feel awful.
He wrapped his arms around Zhao Shumin's waist and kissed her.
Zhao Shumin's response was unusually passionate.
"Is that enough, you little rascal?"
