Here’s the line-by-line translation:
"How did your cooking become so much better all of a sudden?"
"The last time you cooked, it was still so awful."
"I’ve been learning how to cook lately."
"Your cooking skills are improving way too fast, Xiao Yan."
"That’s really amazing!"
Lai Feifei kept showering him with praises as she dove into her meal with gusto.
While eating, she pulled out a box of Wangma Milk from her bag.
"Zaizai, your favorite Wangma Milk."
To the quirky Aunt Lai, Li Zhiyan felt an overwhelming fondness. Taking the milk from her, he joined Aunt Lai in having dinner.
After dinner, Lai Feifei sprawled out on the sofa, sipping on more wine.
When Li Zhiyan finished washing the dishes and looked over at Lai Feifei again, she had already fallen asleep on the sofa.
The wine from the bottle had spilled quite a bit on the sofa. By now, it was already dark.
Li Zhiyan stepped forward and picked up the wine bottle, realizing that Aunt Lai had drunk an incredible amount of wine.
As Li Zhiyan approached, the groggy Lai Feifei pulled him into a signature Lai-style clingy hug.
Her slender legs wrapped tightly around Li Zhiyan’s waist, leaving him unable to break free.
Hearing Aunt Lai repeatedly call him Zaizai, Li Zhiyan adeptly carried her upstairs.
Her room’s air conditioner was already turned on.
Outside the bathroom, her dress and He Yanrong’s T-shirt were neatly placed.
After closing the door, he gently laid Lai Feifei on the bed. Yet, she clung tightly to his waist.
"Zaizai, don’t leave. Sleep with Aunt tonight. Aunt will hold you while we sleep."
A soft and alluring beauty clinging to him, begging him not to leave.
Li Zhiyan found himself entirely powerless to resist, feeling Aunt Lai’s legs and feet wrapped around him.
Li Zhiyan softly said, "Aunt Lai, I won’t leave, don’t worry."
Once he laid down, Li Zhiyan pulled the blanket over both of them to keep her warm. By now, the two of them were already sharing the same bed.
Li Zhiyan could distinctly smell the fragrance of Lai Feifei’s hair.
"Zaizai, hold Aunt close. Aunt’s feeling cold."
Saying that, Lai Feifei pressed herself closer against Li Zhiyan.
She felt as though his body was radiating a burning heat that brought her an unparalleled warmth.
Having showered, Aunt Lai was dressed lighter than usual.
Holding the refreshingly cool Lai Feifei.
Li Zhiyan couldn’t help savoring Aunt Lai’s figure, his fondness for her growing even more pronounced.
It seemed Lai Feifei sensed that Li Zhiyan wouldn’t be leaving, relaxing a bit as well.
Li Zhiyan turned to his side and looked at Lai Feifei. As their eyes met, he could clearly feel her breath.
Aunt Lai’s face was forever breathtakingly beautiful.
"Zaizai, don’t kiss Shen Hongmei or He Yanrong anymore, okay?"
"If you want to kiss, Aunt will kiss you."
"Zaizai, hold tighter."
Lai Feifei slipped her left arm under Li Zhiyan and once again embraced him with her signature Lai-style clingy hug.
This left Li Zhiyan in an awkward position to reach her legs.
Soon, Lai Feifei pulled the blanket up, cocooning them both inside.
In this tightly enclosed space, even breathing became a bit difficult.
Li Zhiyan could only faintly see Aunt Lai’s face and lips, as well as the deep, mysterious valleys within.
The graceful and captivating Aunt Lai truly was extraordinary!
"Aunt Lai, aren’t you feeling hot?"
"No, Zaizai. Open your mouth."
Li Zhiyan obediently complied. In the next second, Lai Feifei leaned in for an exceedingly passionate kiss.