Mù Qiānxún sat on the swing, swinging joyously, "This is so interesting and fun! Why don't they like it?"
Jin Xi shrugged, "The men of the Ou Family, their genes are just too powerful. Plus, they all have what they call 'straight man cancer', they think these swings are things only women would like, so they never touch them. You can't persuade them otherwise. When Ou Zun was young, I used to make him sit on it, but ever since he started walking, he'd refuse to sit on it no matter what. You know, he was only two years old then, he would tell me in a soft voice: sitting on the swing is silly!"
Mù Qiānxún could not help but imagine that scene.
Imagine a two-year-old child, not even fully grown, wobbling as he walks, looking at the swing with contempt and disgust, as if it takes away his grace.
A naïve face making a mature mockery.
Without being able to help it, she laughed out loud.
