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Youyou obviously did not want to admit defeat. âWe didnât finish the game; itâs not counted!â
Yichen confidently declared, â True, but I scored higher. Even if we continue, youâll never win against me!â
âA game is a game. I didnât agree to your bet, and youâre only talking to yourself. Mommy is sleeping with me, anyway.â
âYou go back on your words! You lost, yet you donât admit defeat!â
âThis is my first time playing volleyball; Iâve never played it before. Besides, win or lose, I clearly gave in to you. If not, I wouldâve long won.â The younger twin snorted, apparently indignant.
The two lads faced off and picked at each other.
âWhat did you say about giving in to me? Itâs clearly me who gave way to you, alright?â The older twinâs face flushed with anger. âIf not for me giving way to you, you can forget about winning even a point.â
His words were like an arrow that pierced the younger boyâs heart. Youyouâs ego was badly bruised.
âWhat do you mean by âforget about winning even a pointâ?â
âItâs true in the first place. Your level isnât up to par at all; how can you win against me?â
âIâm no good with sports, and because you wanted to play, I was kind enough to accompany you. âWhoever wins get to sleep with mommyâ; what stupid condition is that?!â He pursed his lips and glared at his brother with contempt. âMommy has all along slept with me. Hmph! Itâs clear that you want her for yourself!â
He was right on the dot.
The older boy blushed.
âStop it. Mommy will sleep with you two tonight, alright?â
Yun Shishi felt extremely helpless. These two lads picked a fight with each other whenever they did not see eye to eye; could they not get along and be in harmony?
âNo!â the little lads shouted in unison. âI donât wanna sleep with him. Hmph!â
Mu Yazhe raised a brow. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, declaring, âSleep by yourselves. Tonight, your mommy belongs to me.â
Youyou: â...â
Yichen: â...â
Their fatherâs thin lips parted. âWhy? Unwilling?â
âHey, why are you so childish, too?â She broke into laughter. âAnd still competing with two kids at that.â
He, however, solemnly answered, âChildren canât be spoiled. Look at Little Yichen; Iâve never spoiled him.â
The older boy cried out in grievance, âDaddy is the worst!â
He did not dare to argue with his daddy at all.
In his heart, the man had always been like a god â an existence that was to be revered.
âI donât care. Mommy is sleeping with me, and thatâs it.â The younger boy, alas, did not buy the manâs words.
He walked over, squeezing the man aside, and jumped into her embrace. Bringing out his specialty, he rolled about in her embrace and acted cute. âMommy, sleep with me tonight! Sleep with me tonight! If mommy doesnât accompany Youyou, Youyou will be scared! The room here is so big and so dark; what if Youyou has nightmares? Woo woo woo... Does mommy have the heart to let Youyou sleep alone? Donât, donât, donât, donât...â
His voice, which sounded so helpless the way it trembled, spoke volumes of his dependence on her.
The little ladâs cute act bought over his mother easily. Her heart instantly melted into a puddle of water, and she coaxed him at once. âAlright. Mommy will sleep with Youyou. Behave, okay? Later, mommy will read you a story.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âMommy shouldnât sleep with Little Yichen, okay?â
âOkay!â she promised right away.
âMommy also canât sneak away in the middle of the night!â
âMm.â