"Look over there, there are quite a few rocks. You could hide between them, and we could lie inside. The sand should still be warm!"
Yanrong's enchanting eyes shone with expectation.
"Alright, Aunt, I'll do whatever you say."
"Baby, you're so sweet!"
The dim lights made it hard for anyone in the distance to see them clearly, allowing Yanrong to hold Li Zhiyan tightly without any hesitation.
Then, she leaned in and kissed Li Zhiyan again, feeling his youthful energy. Her heart was filled with awe.
Age forty and age twenty—indeed, the most perfect combination of ages!
"Baby, let's go—let's head to those rocks."
In the sky, a brilliant moon was slowly rising, and the stars by the sea were much clearer compared to those in the city.
Holding Aunt Rong's delicate hand under the moonlight, Li Zhiyan caught a glimpse of her alluring face. Her Prada bag held the essentials for their night together.
