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"Got it."
"Aunt Shen."
Li Zhiyan was very clear in his heart that Shen Xinrong was unwilling to get pregnant.
So he had to be careful.
...
A long time later, Shen Xinrong clung tightly to Li Zhiyan, lying in his embrace.
"Xiao Yan..."
Li Zhiyan kissed Shen Xinrong on the lips and praised, "Aunt Shen, your figure is truly amazing."
"Oh, stop it, don't say that."
"Let's just cook instead."
Seeing that it was almost mealtime, Shen Xinrong got up, planning to cook for Li Zhiyan.
"Xiao Yan, Aunt has prepared abalone for you; I'll cook it now, so you can have a proper meal for lunch."
Shen Xinrong was very clear about Li Zhiyan's preferences.
She naturally had to make abalone for him.
"Alright, Aunt Shen, I'm starving."
"This is perfect—I can have a proper meal."
He lay on the sofa, leisurely pulling out his phone.
