Here's the English translation:
"Xiao Yan, don't..."
"Don't do this..."
Zhao Shumin never dreamed that Li Zhiyan would taste her finger.
The sensation of his tongue touching her fingertip.
Made Zhao Shumin instinctively close her eyes tightly.
For so many years, as a divorced middle-aged woman, Zhao Shumin had felt incredibly lonely; this was a woman's natural instinct.
Compared to a young woman's, Zhao Shumin's heart was far more suppressed.
The feeling of Li Zhiyan kissing her fingertip.
Caused her voice to grow unusually shaky.
However, Li Zhiyan didn't stop there.
Soon after, he kissed two of Zhao Shumin's fingers.
"Aunt..."
Zhao Shumin gently held Li Zhiyan's head.
"Alright, child."
"You should rest now."
In that moment, Li Zhiyan felt suffocated, realizing that he had been a bit impulsive.
After Zhao Shumin left.
Her natural scent seemed to linger at Li Zhiyan's nose, making him continually recall the taste of Zhao Shumin's fingertips.
