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Zhang Zijun stared at the APP screen for a few moments before he put down his phone and prepared to go to sleep.

At night, He Li originally prepared a bottle of red wine and wanted to ask Zhang Zijun to drink red wine with her in her room. It would be a bit ambiguous, but she saw that Zhang Zijun's room had turned dark long ago, so he didn't dare to disturb him.

She left the wine in the dining room, went to the bathroom, and went back to her room.

When Zhang Zijun slept until midnight, he suddenly felt an especially cold feeling. He opened his eyes very unwillingly and saw that the window was wide open.

He forced himself to his feet and closed the window behind him.

Perhaps he was just too tired. After he closed the door, he immediately fell into a deep sleep. Even if a knife came in from outside, he didn't want to open his eyes to deal with it.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he suddenly felt something warm sticking to his thigh. He was in no mood to care, but that something warm was growing hotter and hotter, and it felt very comfortable.

This kind of feeling usually only appears when there is a woman, but at this time, and at home, how could there possibly be a woman?

This kind of exciting and comfortable feeling was very beautiful. No man would be able to control it.

Slowly, the feeling became more and more obvious until Zhang Zijun finally humphed happily and he suddenly opened his eyes.

He had thought that he was dreaming, but who would have thought that it was actually true?

In the dim light, he saw his quilt rise and fall, very regularly. He quickly turned on the light and pushed the blanket away.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, what appeared under the blanket was a completely unfathomable face. Zhang Zijun would never have thought that Aunt He Li would sneak into his room in the middle of the night and place her face on his thigh.

He Li drank half a bottle of wine.

As for when He Li sneaked in, or how long she had been in the room, Zhang Zijun had no idea. He had no way to ask He Li these questions, because he was already extremely flattered.

”Aunt He Li, you …”

Zhang Zijun's face was completely red. He felt that he should say something to Aunt He Li, but after speaking for a long time, he still couldn't say anything.

He Li curled her body up into a ball and sat on Zhang Zijun's bed as she sobbed softly.

Zhang Zijun stared blankly for a moment. He realized that he had already fallen asleep, and had completely forgotten about He Lu insulting He Li during dinner time.

”Auntie He Li, I'm here. Please don't cry, okay? Promise me you won't cry. ”