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.
