125 Xiao Yan, don't call me master's wife at times like this.

After sitting down, Li Zhiyan slowly lay down and rested his head on the pillow.

The pillow still carried Auntie Jiang's fragrance, which was somewhat refreshing to the senses.

Gazing at Auntie Jiang's red lips, Li Zhiyan called out, "Master's wife."

This address startled Jiang Xian, making it somewhat difficult for her to control the bashfulness in her heart.

"Why are you calling me 'Master's wife' again? I'm already divorced, I'm not your master's wife anymore, don't call me that at a time like this."

"I just find it interesting to address you this way."

...

After a while, Jiang Xian gulped down a bottle of mineral water before swallowing it all.

Li Zhiyan pulled Jiang Xian into his arms, lying her on his chest, while inhaling the scent from Auntie Jiang's hair.

Li Zhiyan said softly, "Auntie Jiang, can we... possibly...?"

His voice was very gentle, although he didn't articulate completely.

But Jiang Xian knew what Li Zhiyan was thinking.

"Xiao Yan, it's not possible."