Zhao Junyao suddenly became as stiff as a wooden post.
From the moment he took Little Bun into his arms, he dared not move a muscle!
His entire expression was rigid, and his movements were awkward.
"I..." Zhao Junyao stammered, "He was too small when he was born; I didn't dare to hold him! He was too little during the bathing ceremony; I didn't dare to hold him either! Now... I still don't dare to hold him, actually. For such a small child, I'm truly afraid that a mere flick of my finger could hurt him. Thus, I don't dare to move at all."
But, while he might have been too scared to move, Little Bun didn't care about that at all.
His little feet kicked vigorously, and his mouth opened and closed.
His gleaming black eyes were fixed intently on the 'yellow' person so close in front of him!
Children all like brightly colored things. Little Bun was no exception. Therefore, the more he looked, the happier he became.
He looked up, then he looked down.
