"Hmph, I admit that you often get the better of me in sports, but losing at rock-paper-scissors and having to do housework is definitely not okay. It's because you have clumsy fingers and simply can't beat me."
"Wanna bet?"
Link stretched out his palm.
Taylor looked at him, holding her snow-white fist and said, "Don't try to change the subject. The outcome of such a trivial game you might not care about, but you definitely care about winning and losing in boxing, music, and love. You'd even resort to despicable means to win a competition. Am I right?"
Link shook his head, "Dear, don't think so badly of me, okay? I tried to get you pregnant because I love you. You decided to keep the baby after finding out you were pregnant also because you still love me. So, this child is the fruit of our love, not the product of some conspiracy, right? Regardless, the child is innocent. I don't want you to pass on your resentment towards me to the child."
