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"What’s wrong, Auntie?"
Kou Yuer pouted her lips and said angrily, "What did you say when you were holding me just now?"
Lin Fan, with a dazed expression on his face, replied, "What did I say?"
Kou Yuer huffed, "I’m asking you!"
Lin Fan immediately began to think and said, "I said you smell nice?"
Kou Yuer's pretty face flushed red as she replied, "Not that!"
Lin Fan continued, "Soft?"
Kou Yuer muttered softly, "No."
In fact, at this moment, half of Kou Yuer's frustration had dissipated, even disappearing completely.
Lin Fan whispered, "What about heavy? Is it heavy?"
With a thud, a small fist landed on Lin Fan's head.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed.
Kou Yuer pinched Lin Fan's ear and asked, "Tell me, am I heavy now?"
Lin Fan replied softly, "You are a bit heavy to begin with, hmph."
Kou Yuer squinted her eyes, her nose tinged with a hint of sadness as she said somewhat aggrievedly, "I... I’m trying to lose weight."
Lin Fan responded quietly, "If you’re not over a hundred pounds, then you’re not heavy."
"Wait here," Kou Yuer said as she walked out and returned with an electronic scale, placing it on the ground. She stood on it right in front of Lin Fan.
Above, numbers began to appear on the display.
Lin Fan glanced at it and quietly moved behind Qiu Yu'er, extending his foot to step on the scale.
"Ah!"
Qiu Yu'er exclaimed, saying, "One hundred, one hundred ten pounds."
Wuwuwu.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "I... I’m so heavy!"
Lin Fan chuckled and replied, "I told you, you’re heavy—especially heavy."
"I need to lose weight," Qiu Yu'er murmured softly.
"Mm-hmm."
Lin Fan lifted his foot off the scale.
Qiu Yu'er looked back at the electronic display with a gloomy expression. When she saw it again, her pretty face froze as she whispered, "Ninety-nine?"
The numbers began to rise again—one hundred thirty pounds.
Suddenly, Qiu Yu'er's face darkened as she quickly turned to Lin Fan, noticing that one of his feet was heavily pressing down on the edge of the scale.
"Ah!!"
Qiu Yu'er let out a low shout, her entire being igniting with energy as she charged at Lin Fan, declaring, "I’ll fight you!"
She pinned Lin Fan down onto the bed and began to playfully hit him. Her small fists pounded against his chest.
Her face flushed red, making her look particularly adorable.
Lin Fan pleaded for mercy, saying, "I was wrong, Auntie! I really was wrong."
Hearing him call her "Auntie" again, Qiu Yu'er seized the opportunity to pinch his waist hard and said, "You little brat who can't speak properly, hmph!"
"Oh no."
Yuer suddenly collapsed onto the bed, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at Lin Fan and asked, "What are you doing?"
Lin Fan chuckled mockingly, "Aunt Yuer, you bullied me first, hmph."
With one hand, Lin Fan pinched Yuer's small foot while the other hand began to tickle her.
"Giggle, giggle. No, no! I was wrong! I'm really sorry! I'm going to die, help! Spare me, Lin Fan!"
Yuer laughed uncontrollably, her delicate body trembling as her pretty face flushed bright red.
Lin Fan finally released his grip.
Pouting her lips, Yuer muttered softly, "It's all your fault for being naughty. Hmph, bad person, just go."
Lin Fan glanced at the time; it was getting late. He said, "Goodbye, Aunt Yuer," and walked towards the door.
"Fool," Yuer said to herself as she watched Lin Fan's retreating figure. A playful smile crept onto her face.
She murmured to herself, "Is this what it feels like to be young?"
Her gaze fell on her small foot. She never imagined that the first person to touch her foot would be Lin Fan—and so intensely at that.
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