Who's the Father

Yu Zhen peered down at her, examining her features from the way her eyes were lit up from the smile to the little dimple on one side of her cheek. She was on her tippy-toes for him again, her legs shaking and swaying. He grabbed both of her hands that were now resting on his shoulders in a feeble attempt to see him eye to eye.

"Pft, you're so short," he taunted her, wishing to see the irritation fill her eyes like it always does. 

She loved to dish out insults but found it hard to swallow some herself. This sassy and foolish side of her, he relished in it. He liked her unrestrained wit and with each passing time he saw her, he wished he could see all of the faces she was capable of making. 

"At least I'm not annoying."

"Are you running out of insults now, Sunshine?" Yu Zhen laughed, using the hands he had grabbed to steady her back onto her feet, worrying for her balance.