Youyou obviously did not want to admit defeat. "We didn't finish the game; it's not counted!"
Yichen confidently declared, " True, but I scored higher. Even if we continue, you'll never win against me!"
"A game is a game. I didn't agree to your bet, and you're only talking to yourself. Mommy is sleeping with me, anyway."
"You go back on your words! You lost, yet you don't admit defeat!"
"This is my first time playing volleyball; I've never played it before. Besides, win or lose, I clearly gave in to you. If not, I would've long won." The younger twin snorted, apparently indignant.
The two lads faced off and picked at each other.
"What did you say about giving in to me? It's clearly me who gave way to you, alright?" The older twin's face flushed with anger. "If not for me giving way to you, you can forget about winning even a point."
His words were like an arrow that pierced the younger boy's heart. Youyou's ego was badly bruised.
"What do you mean by 'forget about winning even a point'?"
"It's true in the first place. Your level isn't up to par at all; how can you win against me?"
"I'm no good with sports, and because you wanted to play, I was kind enough to accompany you. 'Whoever wins get to sleep with mommy'; what stupid condition is that?!" He pursed his lips and glared at his brother with contempt. "Mommy has all along slept with me. Hmph! It's clear that you want her for yourself!"
He was right on the dot.
The older boy blushed.
"Stop it. Mommy will sleep with you two tonight, alright?"
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?
"No!" the little lads shouted in unison. "I don't wanna sleep with him. Hmph!"
Mu Yazhe raised a brow. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace, declaring, "Sleep by yourselves. Tonight, your mommy belongs to me."
Their father's thin lips parted. "Why? Unwilling?"
"Hey, why are you so childish, too?" She broke into laughter. "And still competing with two kids at that."
He, however, solemnly answered, "Children can't be spoiled. Look at Little Yichen; I've never spoiled him."
The older boy cried out in grievance, "Daddy is the worst!"
He did not dare to argue with his daddy at all.
In his heart, the man had always been like a god – an existence that was to be revered.
"I don't care. Mommy is sleeping with me, and that's it." The younger boy, alas, did not buy the man's 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. "Mommy, sleep with me tonight! Sleep with me tonight! If mommy doesn't 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? Don't, don't, don't, don't…"
His voice, which sounded so helpless the way it trembled, spoke volumes of his dependence on her.
The little lad's cute act bought over his mother easily. Her heart instantly melted into a puddle of water, and she coaxed him at once. "Alright. Mommy will sleep with Youyou. Behave, okay? Later, mommy will read you a story."
"Mommy shouldn't sleep with Little Yichen, okay?"
"Okay!" she promised right away.
"Mommy also can't sneak away in the middle of the night!"