“Oh, please stop asking . ” Slightly embarra.s.sed, Yun Shishi tried to gloss over the explanation for such behavior .

Just when she thought that this was the end of it, Little Yichen"s face showed a more confounded look .

“Why can"t I ask?”

Youyou suddenly put down the utensils in his hands and flicked his brother"s forehead with his fingertip . “You fool, what daddy and mommy did is called kissing . Kissing! Geddit?”

“Oh! That"s kissing; I got it now!” The boy slapped his head . “I saw that on TV before . They were kissing, huh . I get it now!”

The younger twin eyed at the older twin dully, thinking inside that the latter was stupid beyond help .

Mu Yazhe glared disdainfully at his older son, too .

No comparison, no harm done .

Compared to the younger boy, the older kid"s intelligence was hardly worth mentioning .

There was a way to describe folks like that: Simple-minded brawn .

Yichen was a rare genius when it came to military affairs . He could accurately dismantle a Desert Eagle down to its last component with his eyes closed in ten seconds, but he could not solve a simple math problem in the same timeframe .

His two sons were the rarest of the rare .

This was especially for the younger twin with his black-bellied tendency .

His unscrupulous nature was exceptional among those of the same age; others could never be sure what he was plotting behind their backs while wearing his signature smile .

It was hard to pinpoint whom he had inherited his logic-defying IQ and EQ .

A Chinese idiom likened this phenomenon of the next generation excelling the previous one to Yangtze river"s relentless waves .

The younger son was out to get his old man dead on the Yangtze banks…

“I"m full . ”

Youyou put down his cutlery and rubbed his full tummy with much satisfaction .

He felt full from eating too much tonight .

His brother followed suit . He, too, had too much for dinner; this was especially when his mother desh.e.l.led the crab meat and nicely drizzled sauce over it .

The food was simply too tempting for him . As a result, his stomach got bloated from holding too much food .

Both started to feel sleepy after having such a sumptuous meal .

Clearly, their energy was spent from a day of activities since afternoon until just before dinner .

Youyou was especially tired; he could not keep his eyelids from shutting after a few audible yawns .

The mother eyed her two sons and pinched their cheeks, asking, “Sleepy?”

“Eh . ” The older kid leaned against his chair as he leisurely enjoyed the sea breeze .

He wished he could drift into dreamland right now .

“Mommy, Youyou is sleepy now . Mommy will sleep with Youyou, okay?” Her son tugged at her sleeve and asked petulantly .

He enjoyed listening to her telling him a bedtime story before sleep .

To him, it was the happiest thing to drift off while listening to her gentle voice .

“You can"t . ” His father immediately objected .

His older brother protested straightaway, too . “You can"t! You can"t!”

This time around, the father and son were on the same side .

Youyou stared at them glumly and pouted his little pink lips . “Why? Why can"t I?”

“You"re already seven and too old to sleep with mommy . Shame on you!” his brother accused .

“I"ve always slept with mommy,” he refuted indignantly .

“I don"t care . Anyway, I object to you sleeping with mommy!” His brother was wide awake by then . With his arms akimbo, he started to argue with his twin .

“On what grounds are you objecting to this? If mommy doesn"t sleep with me, is she going to sleep with you, then?” He gave him a spiteful look .

His brother crossed his arms proudly, nodding . “Of course! Isn"t this what we have agreed before our game? Whoever wins will sleep with mommy; I won that game today!”