Two rooms, one for my uncle and one for him and my aunt, hehehe, so perfect!

Wen Shuqiao watched as Cancan went into her room before turning to look at Shen Jiazhou.

Shen Jiazhou was still squatting next to the suitcase, holding his and Can Can's pajamas in his hand, his eyes fixed on her.

Wen Shuqiao asked, "Did you organize this yourself?"

Shen Jiazhou's Adam's apple bobbed: "Yes, I kept it myself."

Wen Shuqiao smiled, cupped Shen Jiazhou's face in one hand, leaned down slightly, and kissed him: "You're amazing."

Shen Jiazhou didn't even bother to grab his pajamas. He stood up, gripped Wen Shuqiao's waist tightly with his large hand, and looked down at her intently.

The hand that had been stroking his face moved to hug his neck, pressing down slightly, and Wen Shuqiao took the initiative to kiss him.

Shen Jiazhou closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle kiss Wen Shuqiao gave him. His heart felt tingly and numb, and he felt incredibly weak-willed, his breathing becoming heavier.

He longed to pounce on Wen Shuqiao and make her more passionate, hoping it would make him feel better. This was like having a feather tickling his heart, causing him great discomfort.

However, Shen Jiazhou also really liked being controlled by Wen Shuqiao at certain times, as it gave him a strange sense of security.

Finally, Shen Jiazhou couldn't take it anymore and wanted to deepen the kiss, but there was a sudden knock on the door of the room next to them, which startled the two of them who were immersed in the kiss.

Wen Shuqiao let go of him and took a deep breath: "The takeout should have arrived. Go get it."

Shen Jiazhou breathed a sigh of relief and went to open the door with his bright red lips.

Wen Shuqiao went inside to see if Cancan had chosen a room yet.

Shen Jiazhou opened the door, and sure enough, a robot delivered the food. He took a step out and was about to take the takeout that was placed on it when a man's hand grabbed his wrist.

Before he could react, the hand was quickly withdrawn, and he asked in great shock, "Who are you?"

Shen Jiazhou frowned and turned his head to look, only to find that there was a man hiding next to him... dressed in a shabby manner and with heavy makeup on his face.