President, Please Be Careful
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Before the child regained consciousness, Zhao Youlin had already bowed while avoiding her injured arm to lift the child off the floor. The boy was shocked when he was suddenly carried away.

Panicked, he placed his hand on Zhao Youlin's neck and exclaimed in confusion, "Mom ..."

Zhao Youlin tucked the child in her bed and reached out to touch her feet. As he expected, his feet felt cold.

He could not help but frown when he asked, “Why don't you wear a thicker layer when you come out so late? What happens if you catch a cold?” As soon as he grabbed the boy's hand, he realized that it was already late autumn.

The temperature at night is much cooler than during the day. The boy ran out of clothes and had to be frozen. The boy's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhao Youlin in a dumbfounded manner.

At the same time, she felt very warm and comfortable as her cold feet were wrapped with large, warm hands. "Mother…"

“Hm?” Although she was still unfamiliar with her new identity, Zhao Youlin treated this new son in her life with unprecedented patience.

“Bu, you're not feeling well, so I came here to visit you. I hope you're not mad at me.”

The boy's name was Mu Sichen. The old butler gave him the nickname, Joy. He hoped that the child would remain happy all his life.

Zhao Youlin was surprised. As he looked at the fear and hope in the eyes of the child, his heart trembled. A warm feeling then surged through his heart.

Even though Zhao Youlin knew very well that the child actually did not care about her, she still could not help but feel touched.

Zhao Youlin reached out to touch the child's head and softly said, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried about you, Joy. The weather is cold, and you dress very thin. You will easily fall ill, and if you fall ill, I will be sad.”

Joy's eyes widened when she heard this. “Are you worried about me, Mom?” He asked in wonder.

“Mhm. If you get sick, I'll worry about you. So, please wear thicker clothes and don't get sick, okay?”

"Good." Joy nodded obediently. Zhao Youlin smiled.

“Sleep here with you, Mom?” Joy raised her head to look at Zhao Youlin as she asked timidly. There was, simultaneously, a hint of excitement and uncertainty in his attitude. Her mother had never slept with her before.

When Zhao Youlin saw this, she could not help but stretch out her hand again and pinch Joy's nose. "Joy, you don't want to sleep with me, do you?" She flirts.

"No, no, I want to sleep with you, Mom!" When Joy heard her mother's words, she became nervous. She wrapped her hands around Zhao Youlin's neck tightly, afraid she would change her mind.

“Hmm. Fine." Seeing the child clinging to her so sweetly, she subconsciously lowered her head and gave the child a small peck on her round, fat face.

Joy widened her eyes once more as if she had decided on something. He wrapped his hands around Zhao Youlin's neck and lunged to give her a kiss on the cheek.

After which, he felt embarrassed and quickly hid under the covers. He closed his eyes to pretend that he was asleep. Zhao Youlin was dumbfounded, and she reached out to touch her cheek.

His lips curved upwards inexorable, but he remained silent. Joy hid under the blanket for a long time.

Once he realized that Zhao Youlin no longer spoke much, he could not help but open his eyes again.

He raised his head to look at Zhao Youlin, only to find that she had already closed her eyes, seemingly sound asleep.

She could not help her sweet smile. 'Mama's very gentle tonight. Not only did he not hit me, but he also hugged me, touched me, and even slept with me. I'm very happy. How pleasant would it be if he could be this gentle every day?

As he thought about this, the boy finally could not help his drowsiness. He fell asleep with a sweet smile. Little did he know that not long after he fell asleep, the person who hugged him opened his eyes once more.

He reached out to touch her hair, and as he stared at the plain-looking sleeping child on his arm, his eyes twinkled.

After a while, he seemed to make up his mind. Then, he reached out his hand again to hug the child and fell asleep with the faint scent of milk of the child on his nose.

The moonlight shone like water and entered the room through the curtains fluttering on the window sill. It shone on the adult, as well as the child, and the harmonious scene surpassed words.