"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You really screwed up this time."
In the dim bedroom, shadows stretched along the walls like lazy cats. Shen Yuan and Bai Tingfeng sat slouched against the headboard, exhaustion clinging to their faces.
Shen Yuan threw his feet onto Bai Tingfeng's lap and wiggled his toes with a sigh.
"So tell me—what's your problem with your dad buying me and the baby things?"
Bai Tingfeng cleared his throat, stiff. "It's not that I have a problem. Maybe I overreacted. But… look. He went overboard. How many pregnancy pillows do you have now? Blankets? Moisturizers?"
"We're drowning in gifts," he muttered, eyes drifting to Shen Yuan's toes—pink, smug little things that he had to resist the urge to grab.
Shen Yuan slapped his shoulder. "If that's your concern, then say it better! You made it sound like your dad was being a nuisance. Aish!"
Pak!
