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Wei Ying loves to play with baby Jin Ling as if he's a cat: dangling shiny objects, balls of yarn, making little pspsps noises, that sort of thing. Not everyone loves it.
"Is this a literal cat toy?" Jiang Cheng finally demands.
Zixuan takes the plushie from him and inspects it. He clearly is torn between which brother to disagree with, so he equivocates by hemming and hawing before finally reading the label. "Well, it's safe to chew on, so I guess..."
"Yes!" Wei Ying punches the air with his fist. Zixuan earns himself a glare from Jiang Cheng. oops?
"He isn't a cat, though," Zixuan adds hastily, imagining the disappointment on Yanli's face, "and he does have enough toys..." Even as he says it, he knows it's futile, trying to appease Jiang Cheng without setting Wei Ying off.
Too late; they both turn to glare at him.
Zixuan foresees more cat toys in Jin Ling's future.