He could even clearly perceive the muscular texture of a male bodybuilder; those powerful and muscular lines.
Youyou's hands suddenly slowed down.
He recalled that, in the past, when the kindergarten class ended, many students' fathers would come earlier and wait outside the door. He often witnessed scenes of children flying into their fathers' arms. He enviously fantasized then, Such powerful chest is a warm paradise, right?
Fatherly love was something he had envisioned the most since he was much younger.
He would constantly fantasize, How nice would it be to have a father…
Alas, when an unfamiliar man really intruded on his two-person family, he was extremely resistant and unwilling to accept him.
What of his resistance and unwillingness, though?
His mother liked this man.
During their few days of vacation, although he repeatedly made things difficult for him, he could still tell her feelings for this man.
She probably liked him very much, right?
He had never seen her reveal such a shy and cute look in front of other men.
Since this was the man his mother liked, what reason should he have to refuse?
Had he not told her mother before? He would unconditionally accept whoever she chose and acknowledged.
Hence, he was not that resistant to this man like before.
This man might really be the one to accompany his mother for life. If so, then gracefully accepting him was the greatest respect he could offer her!
In fact, his possessive streak acting out was only because his position as her most important person felt threatened.
Youyou bit his lips and came to his senses. Out of the blue, he felt a hand groping his body; first, his wrist, and then, his butt.
At the end of his patience, he looked backward. "What are you doing?"
The man slapped him on the butt and muttered, "Baby, why are you so thin? You're much thinner than Yichen."
"…" Speechless for a moment, he replied blandly, "Don't compare me with that non-human, okay?"
Mu Yichen's physique was amazingly good. When he threw him into a military boot camp, he thought that the little guy would come home crying.
However, within a month, the head of the special task force group called to say that the boy had adapted well to the training camp and that he had strong endurance despite his young age.
Youyou's physique, meanwhile, was very poor.
Having felt his skeletal frame earlier, he could tell that the boy belonged to the pretty type – the slim and thin ones. His arm joints, especially, could easily be circled with two fingers, and there was still space left to maneuver.
The boy took the cleaning rag and slowly wiped the vegetable knife, blandly saying, "I accept you, but it doesn't mean that I like you. I accept you only because I accept any man mommy acknowledges."
Mu Yazhe was taken aback. His gaze fell on his beautiful and exquisite profile and saw his drooping lashes, which were like a black phoenix's feathers or a butterfly's fluttering wings.
"Don't you like me?" He could not help pinching his tender cheeks again.
"Whether I like you or not, is the answer important?" Youyou raised a brow.
"How is it not important?"
Of course, it was important.
He was his son. Naturally, he cared about how he felt.
All of a sudden, the boy turned around, and like a graceful little gentleman, his rosy lips arched into a smile. "Dear daddy, you should be clear that the one spending a lifetime with you is my mommy and not me!"