Everyone quickly averted their eyes, yet they couldn't help but whisper to one another in secret.
Sun Jing looked at the rabbit, "Is there more?"
The rabbit leaned in closer: "Of course, there's more. You were a late bloomer with a small chest, self-conscious, and mocked by others. But it was I, your mother, who massaged them to shape; have you forgotten?"
Sun Jing's face instantly flushed red—this really happened!
The rabbit immediately sidled up, crooked a finger, and said, "Bend down, and I'll let you feel whether your mom's technique still has the same touch."
Seeing the bald man's pure and kind eyes, Sun Jing almost believed it, and slowly crouched down, asking, "Are you really my mother?"
"Guaranteed genuine exchange, come here, mom will give you a childhood memory and massage them again." The rabbit, with a face full of kindness, reached out her hands toward that ample pair and grabbed them...
