Then Fang Zhiya and Li Zhiyan kissed each other.
"Aunt Fang, I missed you too, it's okay, now we can be together again..."
Feeling Fang Zhiya's kiss, Li Zhiyan's consciousness was gradually swallowed up in her tenderness.
The gentle embrace of a mature woman always intoxicated him.
"Baby..."
"You've had a tough time these days."
"As your wife, Auntie can't do anything for you."
"It's alright, Aunt Fang."
"Once our daughter is born, everything will be back to normal."
"Mmm..."
Fang Zhiya softly hummed in agreement.
Afterward, everything happened naturally.
...
At this moment, back at home, Ding Baijie's heart could not settle down for a long time.
She took out her flip phone, opened the photo album, and glanced at the picture of the Mercedes interior she had taken in Li Zhiyan's car.