Tang Mubai was most helpless against her coquettishness; even steel would turn into soft fingers. "You only use sweet words when you want something from me. Why don't you act so affectionate normally?"
"I say nice things to you all the time, but look at you—you're becoming more difficult to deal with. If I say nice things, you respond like this; and if I don't, then you have something else to say. You're always right, and you know that with this big belly right now, I can't really mess with you. You've got me all figured out, haven't you?"
Tang Mubai chuckled, "I've never seen anyone as unreasonable as you. Aren't I spoiling you enough?"
Tang Nian was always a bit shameless; she pouted and said proudly, "Yes, you spoil me, but it's all for the one in my belly."
"Didn't I spoil you before you got pregnant?" Tang Mubai tapped her head. "Do you have any conscience at all?"
