Hearing that made his eyes cringed, and he stooped slightly to hold the boy's shoulders.
Quietly facing the little lad at his eye level, he did not conceal the loving indulgence in his eyes.
Slowly, he opened his mouth to utter, "Is there still time for me to do that now?
"Do I still have time for that now?"
Youyou was slightly startled by his sincere tone and expression.
"I want to spoil you, love you, and dote on you. Can I do that now?" The man reached out to hold Youyou's hand, the flesh of his thumb's fingertip lightly pressing the back of it.
The little lad's hand was soft and tender; it was just right for a seven-year-old.
His skin was snowy white; even the capillaries under the epidermis were clearly visible.
The fingertips were of adorably pinkish color.
