After saving milfs, they all want to own me-Chapter 170 - 095 Catherine, who is restless and can’t eat or sleep, Aunt Lai: I won’t drink Forget-Zaizai Milk, for fear of forgetting Zaizai!_5
Chapter 170: 095 Catherine, who is restless and can’t eat or sleep, Aunt Lai: I won’t drink Forget-Zaizai Milk, for fear of forgetting Zaizai!_5
But if the other person makes the first move, then it’s simple.
Ever since Brother Long used his pork intestine incident to advance the cause of legitimate self-defense, I can just go for it without holding back!
Li Zhiyan kicked Lai Tianming hard on the foot, a sharp pain jolting through him, making him feel like the sole of his foot was about to split open.
Lai Tianming, knocked down by the kick, landed on the floor together with Wang Zhi.
"Run!"
Wang Zhi knew very well how skilled at fighting Li Zhiyan was, so he hurriedly pulled Lai Tianming away, running as far as possible, terrified that Li Zhiyan might tie them together and beat them mercilessly.
Everything happened at breakneck speed, almost in the blink of an eye.
A waitress approached to check what was going on, but Li Zhiyan waved her away.
At this moment, Lai Feifei, still shaken, finally snapped out of her daze.
"Zaizai, what are you doing here?"
With drunken, hazy eyes, Lai Feifei gazed at him, feeling deeply wronged by her brother’s betrayal.
"Aunt Lai, I just happened to pass by and saw Lai Tianming with that tattooed man, so I thought something might be up and decided to come over."
He Yanrong’s beautiful eyes were filled with surprise.
"Xiao Yan, sit down! Your Aunt Lai and I were scared to death; thank goodness you’re here."
He Yanrong pulled Li Zhiyan to sit next to her and Lai Feifei. Shen Hongmei set down her wine bottle, visibly relieved.
While she did have the advantage of height when it came to fighting men, she knew she likely couldn’t win. Women, naturally, are at a disadvantage in terms of physical strength...
All she could do was try her hardest to protect Lai Feifei.
As Shen Hongmei sat across from him, their eyes met, and a strange warmth and fluster stirred deep within her. What was this kid thinking?
But she felt an undeniable connection with this boy—it was as if fate had brought them together.
"Xiao Yan, Aunt Rong feels like you must have had a bond with us three in a past life or something."
After pulling Li Zhiyan down to sit, He Yanrong spoke with a sense of wonder, as though she’d stumbled upon something extraordinary.
"I think so too! Zaizai, you are truly Auntie’s precious Zaizai. Auntie is always in danger, and you’re always there. Let Auntie give you a kiss."
As she spoke, Lai Feifei planted a kiss on Li Zhiyan’s cheek.
The gesture made Li Zhiyan feel a bit uneasy. Ever since Aunt Lai kissed him, she seemed to care little about crossing boundaries like kissing his face.
Aunt Lai’s casual attitude toward intimacy mirrored that of Aunt Zhao, who once shared a bed with him—their internal motivations might be similar.
Shen Hongmei, too, began recalling instances when she encountered Li Zhiyan during trying times. It was uncanny how often he seemed to appear.
Indeed, it felt as though fate tied them together.
"Zaizai, I’m sure I was your mother in a past life."
"I must have given birth to you—that’s why we share such a strong bond."
"Zaizai, let Mama hug you."
Without hesitation, Lai Feifei, drunk, wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan. With his presence, all traces of fear disappeared from her mind.
With Li Zhiyan by her side, Lai Feifei felt an overwhelming sense of security. Simply being around him was enough to keep her fears at bay.
"Zaizai, what did you buy? Oh, Wangzi Milk!"
"Zaizai should drink Wangzi Milk—it’s adorable!"
She kept pinching Li Zhiyan’s face, her affectionate gestures making Shen Hongmei, sitting opposite, visibly uncomfortable.
This woman—had something happened between her and Xiao Yan?
Why was she always cuddling and clinging to him, even kissing him now?
Deep down, Shen Hongmei knew Xiao Yan had a preference for older women—ones old enough to be his mother.
If Lai Feifei, this flirtatious woman, were to seduce Li Zhiyan...
He probably wouldn’t be able to resist temptation; wouldn’t that just lead him down the wrong path again?
If Xiao Yan really had to tread the wrong path, it’d be better if he were with her—at least she could guide his worldview in the right direction.
Before long, all three women were staring at the Wangzi Milk in Li Zhiyan’s hands.
Even Li Zhiyan himself felt a bit embarrassed at drinking Wangzi Milk.
He handed a bottle to He Yanrong and another to Shen Hongmei.
Both women accepted. They found the gesture amusing.
"Zaizai, you didn’t give yours to Auntie first. You don’t love Auntie anymore."
"Auntie really wasted her efforts giving birth to you."
Lai Feifei’s voice sounded pitiful, though Li Zhiyan was used to her dramatic antics by now.
When drunk, Aunt Lai’s behavior tended to be unpredictable.
"Auntie Lai, you drink too."
"No, I won’t drink! I can’t drink Wangzi Milk—I’m your mother. If I drink it, I’ll forget I gave birth to you!"
Li Zhiyan: "..."
"Zaizai, once again you’ve rescued Auntie. Auntie was terrified just now."
"Auntie must reward you with a kiss."
"Zaizai."
With that, Lai Feifei leaned forward and kissed Li Zhiyan right on the lips. Feeling the softness of Aunt Lai’s lips, Li Zhiyan was utterly stunned—Aunt Lai was getting bolder and bolder.
And she’d done it right in front of Aunt Shen and Aunt Rong, no less.
