"Don't assume that I've already accepted you just because I let you hug me! You… You still have to prove yourself!" The little lad was still maintaining his stance, though his face was tinting with more red from shyness.
His face might be looking awkward, yet, deep down, he was very much looking forward to this hug.
Mu Yazhe could see through his visage but still played along with him by merely concurring, "Er."
"Only this time—you can only hold me this one time…"
Youyou repeated his message again. It was only when the man nodded one more time that, with a pout, he gingerly drew a step closer.
One step and then another. This went on until his father's elegant, athletic arms reached across his armpits and powerfully embraced him.
The little lad's face flushed scalding red in that instance.
The man easily propped up the little boy's buttocks with his left arm.
The child was too skinny.
