"Hold him."
When this thing was stuck in his arms, Young Master Gu jumped as if burnt by fire. His first reaction was to throw the baby, and Feng Zhiwei watched him nervously, ready to dive to catch the infant, but before Young Master Gu could complete his throw, the startled infant began to cry. Young Master Gu was also startled, so he immediately pulled his hands back and hugged the infant tightly, still and motionless.
"That's right, don't throw, don't throw." Feng Zhiwei said soothingly, sighing in relief. She smiled at Young Master Gu and said: "Look, isn't it cute?"
After a long moment, Young Master Gu turned to her: "I don't want."
"You do." Feng Zhiwei insisted.
"I don't want…"
"You do..."
"I don't want I don't want..."