"Why aren't you talking?"
Qin Mu softly asked him, her hand holding the remote reaching out to touch his hand and wrapping it around.
"Our little Mumu has really grown up!"
Mu Yichen spoke as if he were talking to a child.
Qin Mu...
"Don't console yourself so earnestly, this time you sound a bit like Grandpa."
Qin Mu whispered sarcastically.
"Or were you always worried that I wouldn't grow up?"
Qin Mu suddenly turned over, lying on his legs, raising her slender hand to touch his face and question him.
"Pretty much!"
Mu Yichen smiled gently, his eyes tender as he looked at his baby.
"Ha! I knew it, that's why you're always teasing me so effortlessly!"
Qin Mu glared at him, lowering her hand and lightly clasping them on her abdomen, then looking at him again and asking: "Do you often think if this woman is missing a screw, always acting so bossily, never rational?"
"Turns out you knew!"
