Tang Nian's hand shrank back as if scalded, and her flushed little face turned beet red.
"Rascal, what are you trying to do?"
"Rascal?"
Tang Nian pinched his chin and said, "I'm talking about you, isn't that right? You're the king of rascals."
Tang Mubai pretended to bite her finger, but she dodged, "You're absolutely right, I am the king of rascals, but don't forget, you were raised by a rascal, so aren't you a little rascal?"
Tang Nian giggled, "You're spot on, I am a little rascal, so what, isn't it true that you just like this little rascal?"
Tang Mubai nodded, "You're right, no one else catches my eye; there's only room in my eyes and heart for you, the little rascal."
"Then tell me, what will our future child be? A tiny rascal?"
Tang Mubai looked at her still-flat belly and said, "No, since they'll inherit the Tang Family, they'll still be a big rascal."
After saying that, Tang Mubai leaned over and placed a kiss on her, "Baby, give me a hand."
