Son, “Mom” Will Back You

She had noticed that up close and person when she was in room 717 previously. It seemed that her precious son was the type whose eyesight was so bad that he couldn\'t tell humans from animals without his spectacles on.

He just stood there docilely next to the wall the entire time last time when Zhuo Yixuan removed his spectacles. She was the one who finally picked up his glasses from the floor.

To put it simply, she was probably the only one feeling awkward and stiff about the two of them being so closed to each other. Her precious son, who was the culprit of this, couldn\'t see clearly and he only did this to protect her.

Luo Xiu lowered his arm and took half a step back. "Did I behave too rashly?"

"Of course not." Gu Nian shook her hands quickly. She would not allow her precious son the opportunity to blame himself. "You saved me, Mr. Luo Xiu. Had you not stepped forward and grabbed me, I might have already rolled down this path by now."

As she spoke, Gu Nian turned and took a look behind her. The long and bendy mountain road made her shudder. What she was only saying to alleviate him of guilt became much more sincere all of a sudden –

Turning back around, she said jokingly, "You are now officially my savior."

Luo Xiu pulled out his foldable spectacles from its case and put it back on. He lowered his eyes apologetically, "But it seemed you only took a step back because I had startled you."

"?" Gu Nian finally had it figured out. "Oh, that was your shadow earlier?"

"Mmhmm."

Gu Nian chuckled. "I am fine. It was me who was too timid. But what were you doing earlier, Mr. Luo Xiu?"

Luo Xiu lifted his arm some, gesturing at the casual jacket that was hanging from his arm.

"The night wind is chilly so I wanted to put the jacket over you. I didn\'t mean to startle you."

His eyes were lowered as he talked and his eyelashes casted a slight shadow over his very outstanding nose. There seemed to be a hint of dispirited self-blame in his look.

Gu Nian could start crying.

Woo woo woo. Wasn\'t her precious son a little bit too docile too obedient that he could make one\'s heart ache?

Gu Nian almost lost control in her overwhelming motherly love and ran up and patted him on his head. Luckily, she was able to hold herself back with whatever rationality she had left at the very last minute.

Gu Nian walked up. "I am fine. Put your jacket back on quickly. You have filming tomorrow. You don\'t get to get sick and let that affect your filming. The director will be displeased."

"Am I that fragile in your eyes?"

"Um, no, but…"

"Put this on then."

"But what are you going to do if I put this on?"

"I am not going to put it if you don\'t," said Luo Xiu in a low voice with a smile that wasn\'t a smile. "If we are to walk down this mountain with me just looking at your while you are shivering – every passerby will look down on me."

Gu Nian gave that some serious thought.

That seemed to make sense.

"Em, alright. Thank you."

She hasn\'t even finished saying "you" before the blue jacket along with the arboraceous smell that was uniquely Luo Xiu\'s was wrapped around her.

"Stretch your arm out."

Through the close distance between the two, the air was squeezed thin. Then, rattled by the sound in the chest, his voice was low and magnetic in her ears.

Gu Nian was stupefied and her sight remained at its original horizontal level. The white shirt was somewhat translucent under the street light and the definition of his muscles was vaguely visible to her.

The first clear thought that popped into her jumbled up brain was: Someone once said that white shirt only looks good when it was propped up by beautiful pecs. That was, indeed, the truth.

The second thought was, her precious son was nowhere as slender as she had initially thought. He was much closer to the kind of men that girls like the most – the kind that looked skinny with clothes on but when their clothes were off…