Two rounds later, Youyou, who was now drenched in sweat, was scared out of his wits.
"I don't want to play anymore! This is no fun!"
What kind of game was this? It was not fun at all!
The boy glared at his father in indignation. Afraid that he would throw him up again, he held tightly onto his clothes as he bit his lower lip with force.
The man raised a brow at the sight of his pale and terrified face.
This was probably the difference between the two children!
While Little Yichen loved exciting games like this, Youyou was terrified of them. He was careful not to toss him too high up for fear of the young boy's heart being unable to take it.
In the end, he still scared the little rascal witless.
"Be good; call me 'daddy'."
"Hmph!" The boy was stubborn. Sizing him up with narrowed eyes, he was unconvinced. "I won't call; I won't call! Stupid, stupid—"
He did not get to finish his words as the man tossed him anew in the air with a flip of his arms. The boy tremblingly covered his eyes in shock, letting out a frightful cry.
"Call me 'daddy'."
"I won't call! Uwah…"
Seeing how stubborn he was being, he resolved to teach this proud son of his properly.
Alas, not even two rounds later, the boy could no longer keep up his tough façade. With a dejected face, he wrapped his arms around his neck tightly and sobbed, "Daddy—"
The man was stunned. Turning his gaze onto him, he saw his son's eyes tightly shut as the latter clung onto him for dear life. He buried his face into his chest as his small, pliant body curled up into a ball. He was trembling in fear.
"Daddy, I don't want to play anymore… I am scared…" he earnestly whispered. His eyes brimmed with tears while his mouth formed an unhappy pout.
He had conceded defeat.
The man's eyes softened, and so did his heart. He placed his palm on his head and gave it a light pat. "Good boy, we will stop playing now."
Youyou squinted his eyes. He had truly been brought to tears by the scary experience. "This game is no fun at all. It's so scary…"
He closed his eyes after saying that. Feeling wronged, big fat tears spilled from the corner of his eyes as he began to cry.
The man was at a loss now. He gazed down at the boy in his arms whose eyes had tears like pearls in them.
These tears dripped onto his arms.
Baffled, he furrowed his brows.
Did he unintentionally make this little boy cry?
He was a little helpless whenever he saw children cry. As such, right now, he was frantic to coax the boy out of his forlorn weeping. "Don't cry; don't cry, okay? Let daddy hug you."
The little lad pushed his father's handsome face away disdainfully, continuing to weep by himself miserably.
Nothing the man did worked on him.
It was deeply troubling whenever children cried.
What was even more nerve-wracking was that Youyou was the type that could not easily be bought into anything.
He could only hug him tightly while he repeatedly pacified him.
As she watched the ridiculous antics of the father-son pair, Yun Shishi's lips twitched furiously. Finally, when she saw the man pacifying the little lad in the same way he had done to her before, she burst into laughter.
Little Yichen raised his head and began to laugh as well when he saw the beautiful and gentle smile on her face.
He had no idea what his mommy was laughing about, but seeing how pretty she looked with her infectious smile, he could not help but laugh along as well.