After saving milfs, they all want to own me

After the two left, Liu Li whispered, "Rongrong, I hope you won’t follow the same path I did."

Inside the room.

Lai Feifei clung tightly to the blanket, murmuring, "Zaizai, you’re so warm."

"Don’t leave tonight. Keep Aunt company properly."

"That shameless tramp, isn’t she just feeding you a little bit of food."

"Aunt has food too!"

"Stay far away from that tramp, understand?"

"Good Zaizai..."

Then, Aunt Lai softly began singing.

"Listen to your mom, don’t let her get hurt..."

As sleepiness completely overtook her, Lai Feifei eventually fell asleep slowly, still hugging "Li Zhiyan."

...

"Aunt Rong, where are we going?"

Li Zhiyan asked, wondering if He Yanrong was planning to take him to a hotel room.

Right now, going to a hotel room actually seemed like a pretty good idea.

Today, Aunt Rong had downright signaled him!

"We’re going to our massage suite."

Li Zhiyan remembered that the massage bed in the suite was indeed quite spacious, and the reclining angle was extremely comfortable, as it was specifically designed for massage sessions.

After following He Yanrong into the suite, she took a towel, covered the glass on the door, and then locked the door from the inside.

The suite quickly transformed into a completely enclosed small space, leaving Li Zhiyan feeling his blood rush wildly as he looked at the stunning beauty before him.

Li Zhiyan felt an uncontrollable urge.

"What are you looking at, baby?"

He Yanrong’s peach blossom eyes were filled with tenderness as she gazed at Li Zhiyan.

"I just hadn’t noticed before. I always thought the suite door couldn’t be shut."

"Of course, it can be shut. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be inconvenient for the staff working here?"

"But, baby, don’t overthink it. Aunt promises you, aside from that one time I was tricked into marriage, I’ve never done anything inappropriate in my life."

Deep down, He Yanrong was still very afraid that Li Zhiyan might mistake her for a promiscuous woman.

She had also heard rumors that the Western lady Mia, who worked at the massage center, would often tell others about her interest in Li Zhiyan, but he had rejected her. From this alone, it was clear how much Li Zhiyan valued such matters.

"I believe you, Aunt."

Li Zhiyan knew that He Yanrong wasn’t lying.

"Alright, baby, let Aunt kiss you first."

When He Yanrong embraced Li Zhiyan again, she kissed him. Being with He Yanrong, it was always Aunt Rong who took the initiative, entirely different from the dynamics in the previous rental apartment scenario.

This even made Li Zhiyan feel a little embarrassed.

"Baby."

"Let Aunt teach you properly."

Aunt Rong’s passionate kisses were something Li Zhiyan liked immensely. When he finally embraced Aunt Rong and led her to the massage bed, she sat on the edge while Li Zhiyan bent over and kissed her.

After a long while, the two slowly pulled apart.

"Baby, are you still hungry today?"

He Yanrong felt that Li Zhiyan might really be enjoying this.

"Aunt, I already ate twice today—I’m really full."

"Alright then, let’s go take a bath."

"Baby."

"Sweetheart."

Cupping Li Zhiyan’s earlobe, He Yanrong said softly.

Once they reached the bathroom, holding onto He Yanrong’s delicate hand, Li Zhiyan glanced at the pack of disposable toothbrushes and said, "Aunt Rong, let’s brush our teeth before bathing."

"Let’s rinse thoroughly. You ate quite a lot of chili peppers today, plus you had alcohol."

Li Zhiyan was someone particular about hygiene and worried Aunt Rong might be bothered by the spiciness.

"Alright, baby. Let’s brush our teeth together."

After brushing their teeth, the two followed up by heading toward the dry-and-wet separated shower area.

...

Returning to the suite, after brushing her teeth several more times and switching into her sleepwear, He Yanrong grabbed an unopened bottle of mineral water, drinking deeply.

After taking several sips of water, He Yanrong reached for Li Zhiyan’s hand and led him back over to the massage bed.

"Baby."

She pulled Li Zhiyan into a sitting position, and for a moment, they faced each other.

Though He Yanrong was someone immersed in romantic fantasies, even she couldn’t help but feel extraordinarily nervous in this moment.

"Aunt..."

"Baby, did my makeup smudge?"

He Yanrong was always conscious of keeping her makeup intact.

She knew that Li Zhiyan particularly loved her bold makeup looks.

"No, Aunt. You look gorgeous."

Saying this, Li Zhiyan kissed He Yanrong softly on her forehead. Soon after, unable to hold back, the two began kissing again.

He Yanrong was truly an exotic beauty; whenever Li Zhiyan looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel captivated.

After a while, they parted once more.

Li Zhiyan grabbed her delicate hand.

"Aunt, your skin is so fair."

"So, you like fair skin?"

Feeling Li Zhiyan’s passionate reaction, He Yanrong’s heart filled with joy—for she knew she had an undeniable allure as a woman to the young man.

He genuinely saw her as a woman.

"Of course, fair skin always draws people more."

"Then take a look at Aunt’s legs. Are they fair?"

"Baby."

He Yanrong extended her leg onto Li Zhiyan’s, and he gently held her smooth, ivory foot.

"They’re fair. Aunt, your feet are beautiful—you even painted your nails red."

Li Zhiyan savored the feel of her nails’ texture, noticing that Aunt Rong truly was flawless in every way. A perfect woman, captivating from head to toe.

"Aunt, your legs are fair too."

Li Zhiyan’s hand rested on her smooth and elegant leg, giving it a gentle kiss.

"Then why don’t you touch Aunt’s thigh properly."