Speaking, Li Zhiyan embraced Fang Zhiya, and suddenly being held by Li Zhiyan, Fang Zhiya became somewhat panicked.
"No, what happened before has already crossed the lines."
"We can't keep going on like this anymore."
Li Zhiyan simply held Fang Zhiya, as if he feared she would break free from his embrace.
"Aunt Fang, but is there really any difference between doing something once or twice?"
"Since it's already happened, repeating it will make me a bit happier."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Just like kissing, whether it's once, or twice, or thrice, or a dozen times, there's no difference."
As he spoke, Li Zhiyan found Fang Zhiya's lips.
Then he continued to kiss her.
"Xiao Yan..."
"No..."
"But... but last night it was you, Aunt Fang, who actively kissed me."
"How can you say no, Aunt Fang, I think it's okay."
Every sentence from Li Zhiyan made Fang Zhiya feel immensely bashful.