Xin He rolled her eyes, somewhat speechless, "You really are becoming increasingly petty. Are you even jealous of Xiao Bei now?"
Mu Houchu snorted lightly. With a grand sweep of his hand, he pulled her into his embrace. His arms tightened around her, preventing her from moving, "I'm used to being petty."
Xin He laughed, "So now you're acting out like a broken pot."
Mu Houchu glanced at the half-finished garment by her side, "Is this also for Xiao Bei?"
Xin He shook her head, "This is for Xiao Chaihuo. I had nothing to do these past few days, so I thought of making clothes for them. Though the clothes bought outside are good, they can't compare with the ones I make myself, with an intimate intention."
"Why don't you make one for me too?" The child in Mu started showing his jealousy again, "We've only been married for a few months and you're already overlooking me. I really am pitiful as a husband."