Ye Yang''s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the woman''s face, trying to ce 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 yfully, "You used to y in my arms, and do you still remember those these?" She gently pointed towards her melons, "You would oftenpare 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 yful but not explicit.


    Ye Yang''s eyes shed with anger as he growled at Hell, "Don''t you dare talk about my mother like that!" His re intensified, warning Hell to drop the subject.


    Hell ignored Ye Yang''s stern gaze, his attention fixated on the woman''s chest, seemingly entranced by her curves.


    The woman''s eyes, though gentle, held a hint of questioning as she asked, "Do you remember me now, or have you forgotten about your Aunt Ya?" Her voice was soft, yet tinged with a subtle longing for recognition.


    As the name "Aunt Ya" escaped her lips, a floodgate of memories burst open in Ye Yang''s mind. He was suddenly transported back to his childhood, around 5-6 years old, when his mother would often take him to visit her dear friend, Aunt Ya.


    He recalled the warmth and kindness that radiated from her, like a gentle embrace. Another memory resurfaced, this one more vivid and embarrassing for the grown Ye Yang.


    He saw himself as a carefree child, giggling and ying in Aunt Ya''s arms, dering with innocence on his face, "When I grow up, I''ll marry a woman who has a body like you!" His childish words, though not explicit, now made him cringe with embarrassment.


    Aunt Ya''s face, once a blur, now came into focus, her features etched in his memory like a warm, golden light. Ye Yang''s eyes widened as he struggled to reconcile his past and present, his mind racing with the realization that this woman, Aunt Ya, was the same person he had idolized in his childhood.


    His face flushed with a mix of emotions – embarrassment, nostalgia, and a hint of wonder – as he gazed at Aunt Ya, seeing her in a new light, yet still shrouded in the warmth of his childhood memories.


    "Aunt Ya, you haven''t changed a bit!" Ye Yang eximed; his eyes wide with wonder.


    "When did you return? And what brings you to this ce?" he asked, his questions tumbling out in rapid session as he struggled to process the sudden reunion.


    He waited her to answer but he didn''t Hell''s mocking chuckle.


    Aunt Ya''s voice was like a gentle breeze as she said, "Ye Yang, my dear, you''ve blossomed into a handsome young man! Your charm is still as endearing as it was in your childhood." Sheughed, her eyes sparkling with delight. She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "So many questions, dear! Come, sit with mefortably, and we''ll have all the time to talk and catch up."


    Ye Yang''s eyes lingered on Aunt Ya''s warm smile, but his sense of responsibility won out. "Aunt Ya, I want to hear everything, but I have to brief the Escort Head about our departure time first. We''re leaving at dawn, and I don''t want to dy," he said, his tone polite but firm, before turning to head to the Escort Head''s quarters.


    "That''s okay yang,e inside we can talk while wait him" she said pulling his hands inside the Escort Head''s quarters.


    Ye Yang''s hesitation was palpable, but Aunt Ya''s words put him at ease. "Oh, silly me!" she eximed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yang, don''t hesitate,e in! This is my husband''s quarters, and you''re wee here." She stepped aside, her gesture inviting him to enter.


    As Aunt Ya guided Ye Yang inside, she continued to speak, her words spilling out in a gentle cascade. "Oh, your mother didn''t tell you? Well, Yang, I married the Escort Warrior back then, and after that, I travelled with him on his journeys.


    That''s why I haven''t been able to visit your mother all these years." Her voice was tinged with a hint of wistfulness, as if memories of the past were flooding back.


    "Recently, about a year ago, my husband received a promotion to Escort Head, and we''ve been kept busy ever since. Justst week, we arrived here, and I''ve been swamped with paperwork and settling into our new roles. I haven''t had a chance to visit your mother yet, but I''ve been thinking about her and meaning to reach out," Aunt Ya exined, her expression apologetic.


    These agencies y a crucial role in providing security and protection services to travellers, merchants, and other individuals who require safe passage. This was the unique way of escort agency to keep harmony with every family.


    This innovative approach allowed the Escort Agency to foster harmony and cooperation among the and sects families.


    By entrusting the head family of each city with agency management, it created a sense of shared responsibility and prevented any one family from wielding too much power.


    Aunt Ya''s eyes sparkled with yful mischief as she teased, "Yang, are you feeling a little heartbroken that I''m off the market? Did you secretly hope to marry me yourself one day?" Her voice was light hearted and jesting, but Ye Yang''s face still flushed with a mix of surprise and embarrassment.


    Ye Yang''s face grew warm as he pleaded, "Aunt Ya, stop teasing me!" His eyes inadvertently drifted to her gentle curves and chubby melons, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.


    Just then, the door swung open and a sturdy man strode into the room, his bronzed skin a testament to countless hours spent under the sun. His broad chest and chiselled torso were on full disy, as he wore only a pair of rugged pants, cinched at the waist with a wide leather belt.


    The man exuded an aura of unbridled strength and unyielding resilience, his rugged features and imposing physique unmistakably marking him as a battle-hardened warrior.


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    aunt Ya, "dear readers, I''m new here please take care of me, don''t stop supporting us."(????-)?