"Hmm, I'm really looking forward to going out with you this time, Xiao Yan."
Li Zhiyan chatted quietly until the dishes were served on the table.
Only then did he put down his phone.
"Mom."
"Your cooking is still as delicious as ever."
"You and your sweet talk, go ahead and eat."
The three of them sat together eating, and during the meal,
Li Zhiyan's hand wasn't behaving under the table; he secretly caressed Ding Baijie's leg.
The feeling of the black stockings was very enchanting, making Yan's heart deeply intoxicated.
After dinner, the three of them went to the media room to watch TV shows.
This habit had started when Ding Baijie first moved into Li Zhiyan's house.
By eleven o'clock, a very sleepy Zhou Rongrong swayed her beautiful legs in black stockings and went back to her room to sleep.
Meanwhile, Li Zhiyan quietly pulled Ding Baijie into his own room.
As soon as they entered, Li Zhiyan locked the door.
Then he embraced Ding Baijie tightly.
