"Soft and fluffy?" Luo Chao gently pinched with both hands. The texture was soft and elastic, a faint clean fragrance in the air refreshing the mind. It felt softer than lying on a Simmons mattress, so much so that Luo Chao didn't even think about what was happening for a moment.
"Whoa, what's going on? Daring to do this in broad daylight, impressive."
"Holy cow, my eyes! What did I just see?"
... There were immediate exclamations followed by different voices sounding around.
"Bad man, bullying my aunt, get up now!" About thirty seconds later, just as Luo Chao was indulging in that wonderful feeling, a childish voice sounded in his ear, followed by a pain in his ear.
Luo Chao turned his head to see, and there was a cute little boy, about three years old, in short clothes and shorts, with an angry look on his face, and his small hand was tightly tugging at Luo Chao's ear.
