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"Aunt, I missed you too."
"Touch my leg."
He Yanrong took Li Zhiyan's hand and placed it on her thigh. The feel of her black nylon-clad legs made Li Zhiyan's heart race.
"Aunt, tonight we totally belong to each other. There's plenty of time for things like this. For now, let's just set off, okay?"
"Alright."
With a shy gesture, He Yanrong lowered her perfect leg, fastened her seatbelt, and the two headed toward the seaside.
The road was bustling with pedestrians. As they drew closer to the coast, the setting sun's glow reflected off the highway, and the scenery became increasingly breathtaking.
For the first time, Li Zhiyan truly felt the beauty of the city. He finally understood why he thought this place was dull when he first graduated.
The reason was simple: poverty.
He Yanrong, who hadn't been out for leisure in a long while, rolled down the car window and was taking pictures of everything around.
