"Pan Yunhu wouldn't be that bold."
Zheng Yiyun responded with a soft "Hmm".
She had a feeling deep in her heart: as long as she listened to Li Zhiyan, nothing bad would happen.
This inexplicable feeling filled Zheng Yiyun with a sense of shame.
Li Zhiyan stared at Zheng Yiyun, who resembled Gao Yuanyuan and was seated across from him.
He was starting to lose control of his hormones too.
Gazing at those alluring red lips, Li Zhiyan said softly, "Aunt Zheng, I'd like to kiss you."
Zheng Yiyun's face flushed slightly.
She instinctively replied, "Li Zhiyan, we agreed earlier."
"Just that one time, there can't be anything more."
Li Zhiyan said indifferently, "Aunt Zheng, I didn't say anything else."
"I only talked about kissing."
"It's just a kiss between us; what's the big deal?"
"Can men and women kiss casually?"
"But you're still my elder, and strengthening the bond between elders and juniors—I feel a kiss is a suitable way to do it."
