"Oh, please stop asking." Slightly embarrassed, 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.
