Catching hold of his rebellious hands, the man's lips arched into a devilish smile. He watched the boy's face take a red hue out of shyness!
Even though the kid was saying no, he was not resisting and struggling much. Embarrassed and upset, the boy glared at him indignantly. He turned his face away, not wanting to look at him, as his pink lips pursed into a haughty arch.
It was a silent resistance.
This little boy was truly stubborn. Where had he inherited this proud personality from?
He held the boy's chin and forced the latter to look at him.
Youyou struggled a little, trying to escape his grip, but who was he to triumph over his father's strength?
Realizing that resistance was futile, he simply decided to give up. He stared at the man with threat in his eyes.
The man smiled a little.
This was his first time seeing his son's face up close.
His jet-black hair was silky smooth, and it shone under the light.
His palm-sized face, with rosy cheeks, was fair like snow. Accentuating his adorable features were his high bridge nose and glistening round eyes, which upturned at the corner; these pupils were framed by curly and thick lashes.
His black orbs were as clear as water, making them more tantalizing, and dazzling like diamonds without an ounce of impurity.
Indeed, Youyou had inherited his mother's beautiful eyes and his father's distinctive facial features. He embodied all their positive physical attributes.
There was no doubt that this little guy would soon grow up into a sophisticated, handsome man.
The boy's face burned under his piercing stare. He glared back at him defiantly.
Just like this, the father and son's eyes clashed with each other silently.
Amused by the nervousness on the little lad's face, she could not help but laugh. "Youyou, what is with your expression?"
The boy's face turned even redder, and he awkwardly replied, "He keeps staring at me!"
"That's because daddy loves you, right?" she prompted.
"I don't want to be loved by him!" he stubbornly replied, pouting begrudgingly thereafter.
The man let out a laugh suddenly. "Youyou, do you want to play a game with daddy?"
"It is Little Yichen's favorite game."
"What? I don't want to play—"
Before he could finish his words, the man held his body firmly and tossed him slightly in the air.
He screamed as his body hung suspended in the air for a brief moment before it fell on Mu Yazhe's waiting arms.
Before he could utter a protest, the man tossed him gently in the air again. His expression changed into one of shock as he let out another shrill scream. "Wahhh!"
It was too high!
In the next moment, he was falling again. His heart seemed to stop beating for a moment!
His heart was suddenly in his throat.
As he fell once more, his father caught him firmly again.
Both the man's arms went under the little boy's armpits as he held him aloft.
Terrified, his complexion turned wan. His beautiful face was now entirely ashen. "Put me down! Put me down!"
He struggled and thrashed his cute little legs. The man's hands trembled a bit, causing the boy to let out another horrified scream. "Oh, my! I'm going to fall!"
Just when he thought that he would hit the floor, his father once again caught him stably in his arms.