Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the woman's face, trying to place her. She seemed familiar, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on who she was or where he had seen her before.
Her warm smile and sparkling eyes only added to the sense of déjà vu, making him feel like he should know her, but the details remained elusive.
The mature woman pouted playfully, "You used to play in my arms, and do you still remember those these?" She gently pointed towards her melons, "You would often compare mine to your mother's, saying that hers was smaller and mine was bigger." Her eyes sparkled with warmth and nostalgia, as if recalling fond memories.
Ye Yang's face flushed with embarrassment as Hell chimed in, "Well, if your mother has melons, then she has...Milkers!" He teased Ye Yang with a sly grin, his words playful but not explicit.