"Aunt Yin."
"I want to talk to you about something, is that okay?"
As he spoke, Li Zhiyan cupped Yin Xueyang's face in his hands.
Looking at her stunningly beautiful features, he felt his heartbeat quicken significantly.
This woman may be wicked.
But being beautiful truly makes people much more forgiving.
This point has never changed, not once.
"Go ahead."
Li Zhiyan's fiery gaze.
It somehow made Yin Xueyang's heart start racing; she knew that this was genuinely the feeling of being moved.
"Aunt Yin, I want to be with you, is that alright?"
This was indeed more or less what Yin Xueyang expected.
Li Zhiyan always liked to ask about being together with her.
Regarding this matter, Li Zhiyan's heart was as persistent as ever.
"Aren't we doing fine as we are now?"
"Whatever you want, Aunt has already given it to you, and I've never refused you."
Yin Xueyang pinched Li Zhiyan's cheek.
She leaned in and gently kissed his lips, her gaze now filled with undeniable fondness.
