Aunt Lai's "Last Wish"

"Aunt Lai..."

"Please, nothing must happen to you."

Li Zhiyan prayed continuously in his heart, hoping that Lai Feifei would be safe and sound.

...

"Did your stomach hurt very badly when you discovered the blood?"

Lai Feifei said tearfully, "Yes, my stomach felt like it was being pierced, as if it were being cut by a knife."

"And there was a lot of blood. The entire toilet bowl was red. It was nothing like just having internal heat."

Shen Hui's heart felt exceptionally heavy.

She did not speak further, but led her away for examinations.

Director Shen's silence made Lai Feifei's heart sink even lower.

She knew that she was practically destined to be diagnosed with intestinal cancer or something similar.

...

More than half an hour later, Lai Feifei walked back.

Seeing Lai Feifei's heavy expression with tear-filled eyes, Li Zhiyan stepped forward and asked with trepidation, "Aunt Lai, how did it go?"

Behind her, Shen Hui also followed.

"Young man, take good care of your aunt and don't let her let her imagination run wild."

"Come back later to get the results."

From Director Shen's grave expression, a terrible premonition arose in Li Zhiyan's heart.

Aunt Lai's condition this time was truly likely to be very serious.

"I understand, Director Shen."

After holding Lai Feifei's hand and walking out of the hospital, Li Zhiyan felt as though all of Lai Feifei's spirit and vitality had completely drained away.

Despair filled her eyes. Li Zhiyan knew this was completely normal; something like cancer was entirely too despair-inducing.

"Aunt Lai, let's find somewhere to sit down for a while."

"Alright, bring your aunt to rent a room by the hour."

Waves of summer heat rolled in, yet Lai Feifei felt only an incomparable bone-chilling cold within her heart. Was her life simply going to end like this?

"Right, buy a bottle of red wine for your aunt as well."

"Remember to get a corkscrew, and buy a bottle for yourself too to keep your aunt company."

This time, Li Zhiyan did not refuse Lai Feifei.

Judging from Director Shen's solemn expression, it was essentially cancer.

Whatever Lai Feifei said at this point was practically equivalent to a final wish.

Therefore, Li Zhiyan felt that whatever she asked him to do, he would just do it.

After purchasing two bottles of red wine and returning, he brought Lai Feifei to a nearby hotel and rented a room by the hour.

The first thing he did was turn on the air conditioning. Lai Feifei sat on the sofa and listlessly kicked off her high heels.

She opened the red wine and began to drink.

"Xiao Yan, your aunt truly never imagined that before she even grew old, she would be tormented to death by cancer."

As she spoke, she felt her stomach ache somewhat again.

"Aunt Lai, please don't be so pessimistic and despairing."

"Aren't you not completely diagnosed yet?"

"Besides, even if you are diagnosed, with technology as advanced as it is these days, can't cancer be treated?"

"Didn't the internet mention something called targeted therapy?"

Li Zhiyan understood a little; it seemed that those treatments could only be used in the early stages.

Given Aunt Lai's symptoms, it was probably already too late.

"Stop trying to comfort your aunt. My stomach hurts so badly, come and massage it for me."

Since things had reached this point for Lai Feifei, Li Zhiyan could not possibly refuse her request.

After he placed his hand on Lai Feifei's stomach, Lai Feifei said, "Put it inside my T-shirt to massage."

As she spoke, she lifted her T-shirt slightly and pulled Li Zhiyan's hand to place it directly against her bare abdomen.

Although she had drunk a considerable amount of wine, Aunt Lai's stomach remained completely flat.

That warm and smooth sensation instantly triggered a primal, instinctive reaction in Li Zhiyan, and his hands began helping Lai Feifei massage properly.

Time passed quickly, and Li Zhiyan soon felt his arm growing somewhat sore.

"Are you feeling better, Aunt Lai?"

He noticed that people with great figures tended to have very flat stomachs. However, compared to Zhao Shumin, this was truly miraculous!

"Much better. Xiao Yan, your hands are so warm."

"During the time before your aunt dies, can you come often to massage me?"

Lai Feifei's tone was pitiful, tears falling as she spoke.

Tears involuntarily welled up and fell from Li Zhiyan's eyes as well.

"Aunt, don't worry."

"From now on, I will come to massage your stomach every single day."

"Mm..."

Lai Feifei continually wiped away her tears and took another large gulp of red wine.

"Aunt Lai, maybe you should drink a little less..."

"Xiao Yan, don't worry about your aunt. I'm going to die anyway, just let me drink my fill."

Pinching Li Zhiyan's cheek as the alcohol gradually went to her head, Lai Feifei's face flushed even redder.

"Xiao Yan, did you often use to massage Shen Hongmei's feet?"

"Not really that often."

"Aunt Shen and I haven't known each other for very long."

Li Zhiyan massaged Lai Feifei's lower abdomen, gradually raising the temperature of her skin.

"It seemed to me like you really enjoyed massaging her feet."

"Xiao Yan, do you like your Aunt Shen more, or me?"

"I like you more, Aunt Lai."

Li Zhiyan said earnestly while keeping his hands warmed over Lai Feifei's stomach, though deep down he had no way of making a real choice between the two.

Still, he understood the worldly wisdom of telling people what they wanted to hear.

Moreover, since Lai Feifei was practically at death's door, he would simply humor her to keep her happy.

As long as she felt joyful during these final days, that was enough.

"Mm..."

Tears continued to stream down Lai Feifei's face.

"Xiao Yan, your aunt's feet are also terribly cold. Help warm them up for me."

"I want you to warm them for your aunt the exact same way you did for Shen Hongmei."

Li Zhiyan realized that a woman's jealousy and competitive spirit were things she could not let go of even on the verge of death. Previously, whenever Aunt Lai was intimate with him, Aunt Shen had clearly shown displeasure.

Even when she didn't want to be with him herself, it was still the same.

Picking up Lai Feifei's pair of black-silk-clad jade feet, Li Zhiyan gently placed them against his stomach to warm them for her.

Perhaps due to her illness, Li Zhiyan found that Lai Feifei's stomach had indeed been exceptionally ice-cold.

Lai Feifei's toes kept gently scratching and pressing against Li Zhiyan's stomach.

Lai Feifei murmured, "Xiao Yan, can you taste and suck on Aunt's toes?"

"Your aunt has never experienced that kind of feeling before."

The tear-filled request from Lai Feifei was truly excessive, yet Li Zhiyan found himself unable to give an immediate refusal.

It was simply too embarrassing.

"Aunt Lai, I..."

Lai Feifei pulled back her black-silk-wrapped legs, then wrapped her arms around Li Zhiyan.

She pushed him down onto the sofa and pressed her lips against his in a deep kiss.

"Let Aunt test whether you've actually learned how to kiss properly yet."

"Mmm..."

Li Zhiyan never expected that his romantic experiences would always be so passive.

As he continuously locked lips with Lai Feifei, his hormones surged rapidly to a peak.

When the two finally separated, Li Zhiyan looked at Lai Feifei's flushed face and breathed, "Aunt Lai..."

"My little Yan Bao, won't you taste Aunt's toes? Your aunt is going to die soon."

"Can't you even grant your aunt this single wish?"

As she spoke, Lai Feifei's tears fell directly onto Li Zhiyan's face.