"Aunt Zhao, your hands are so white, so fragrant."
Leaning on Zhao Shumin's shoulder, Li Zhiyan admired the scenery before him. Zhao Shumin instinctively wanted to push Li Zhiyan away, but then she thought that he hadn't done anything excessive.
So, she just let Li Zhiyan lean on her shoulder, a younger relative on an elder's shoulder.
It's actually quite normal, isn't it? Living alone in Shanghai isn't easy for this kid, sometimes seeking a shoulder to lean on is really nothing, it's all normal.
Zhao Shumin thought to herself.
Li Zhiyan gently smelled Zhao Shumin's hair.
He really liked the feeling, aunt's hair really smells good and is very thick.
Zhao Shumin was the same, her hair was dense and thick.
"Xiao Yan, you're pressing down on aunt's hair."
"It hurts."
"Aunt, I didn't mean to, sorry."
After getting up from Zhao Shumin's shoulder, Li Zhiyan continued, "Aunt, may I touch your legs?"
"No."
