Shen Rou hugged him even tighter, her face buried against his hair. "Oh my goodness! You've really grown so much! Look at how broad and tall you've become!"
She sounded like a deeply emotional, proud mother admiring her son. In reality, she was simply a wildly overaffectionate aunt.
Finally, after satisfying herself with a particularly bone-crushing squeeze, Shen Rou reluctantly let him go. She stepped back, slapping his broad shoulders several times with enough force to knock down a wall.
"Good! Good! You've really grown into a fine, handsome male!"
'He had already grown how much he has too several centuries ago!!' An Mo rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful, gasping for fresh air. "What on earth are you doing here?"
Shen Rou's wide, cheerful smile vanished in a fraction of a second. She stared at him as though he had just uttered a foul, unforgivable insult.
"Is that how you greet your beloved aunt?!"
