"Then go ahead and grab it."
"Alright!"
Li Zhiyan cheerfully went to fetch Aunt Shen's bag. By now, he was already extremely familiar with the compartment inside her bag.
Before long, he brought the item back and hugged Aunt Shen tightly from behind once again.
...
Long after, Aunt Shen lay on the bed with her face flushed red, pulling the blanket over herself.
She finally felt completely relaxed. Even though they hadn't started their vacation yet, tonight felt just as exhausting as if they had been traveling.
From Shanghai all the way to Suzhou, then riding to the hotel—so much commotion and effort had surely taken its toll.
And now, with Li Zhiyan, she felt like they had added another 400 days' worth of shared tenderness.
"Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
Glancing at Li Zhiyan, who was holding her Valentino and wiping it down with a wet tissue, Shen Hongmei couldn't help but feel puzzled.
She had no idea what he was up to.
"Auntie, I'm helping you clean your shoes."
