The scent on Wen Shuqiao and Cancan was familiar to him; it was the incense from the laundry room. Every time the laundry was finished, the aunt would light incense to give the clothes a pleasant, but not strong, scent.
He had never smelled this scent on Can Can before, so he figured that the aunt must have inhaled it directly this time.
He had become immune to the smell after being exposed to it for so long, but when he suddenly smelled it on other people, he had a strange and inexplicable feeling.
Wen Shuqiao looked at Shen Jiazhou, who had fallen between her and Can Can, and wondered why he wasn't moving. But then she thought that he probably hadn't realized what was happening. Although he was still sitting on the sofa, his upper body was pressing down on them, and Can Can's hand was pressing down on his neck.
"Jia Zhou?" Wen Shuqiao called his name softly again.
Shen Jiazhou felt a tickle in his ear, and a very light breath brushed past his ear.
Shen Jiazhou felt a hand move at his waist, and the skin under his clothes felt like it was on fire.
He raised his head and looked at Wen Shuqiao, who was very close to him.
Wen Shuqiao lowered her head slightly, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
When their eyes met, neither of them reacted until Can Can asked cheerfully, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
These words acted like a switch, instantly pulling the two speechless individuals back to reality.
Wen Shuqiao looked at her hand, which was still across Shen Jiazhou's waist, and immediately withdrew it. Shen Jiazhou did the same, not daring to look at Wen Shuqiao at all. He suddenly straightened up, startling Can Can.
Can Can looked blankly at her uncle who had stood up from the sofa: "Huh? Uncle? What's wrong?"
His eyes widened in surprise. "Uncle, why is your face so red? Why is your neck red too? And your ears..."
Before Can Can could finish speaking, Shen Jia Zhou had already rushed into the study without saying a word, leaving behind only a slightly hurried silhouette.
"Huh?" Cancan's gaze followed Shen Jiazhou's retreating figure with a puzzled look. After watching her uncle enter the study, she turned her gaze back and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong with Uncle? He looks like a shrimp!"
Then he ate it in two or three bites, hehe, shrimp, hehe, shrimp.
Wen Shuqiao felt her ears getting hot. Her action of hugging Shen Jiazhou's waist was completely subconscious, afraid that he would be dragged down by Can Can. But now that she came to her senses, she realized how inappropriate it was.
However, Wen Shuqiao quickly convinced herself that she was just worried about Shen Jiazhou getting hurt. However, she hadn't expected Shen Jiazhou to have such a strong reaction.
Seeing that her aunt was ignoring her, Can Can pouted, cupped her face in her hands, pressed her forehead against her aunt's, and asked fiercely, "Auntie, why aren't you looking at me?"
Wen Shuqiao snapped out of her daze and leaned back slightly, separating herself from Can Can a little. However, Can Can's little hands were still tightly holding her face, and she seemed genuinely confused.
As she removed Can Can's hand from her face, she said, "Can Can, you can't suddenly hook your arm around someone's neck like that anymore. Your uncle is going to fall over."
Can Can blinked his eyes and said, "But Uncle didn't fall."
"It's because you and I caught Uncle." Wen Shuqiao said seriously, "If we hadn't caught Uncle, he would have fallen to the ground, and if there had been something sharp nearby, he would have been cut."
"I...I just want to play with my uncle," Can Can murmured. "I don't want my uncle to get hurt."
Wen Shuqiao's expression softened a bit. She said, "It's not just your uncle; there are other children playing with you too. You need to take good care of yourself, okay?"
Wen Shuqiao lifted him off her lap: "You should apologize to your uncle."
Can Can nodded quickly. Without Wen Shuqiao urging her, she ran to the study where her uncle had disappeared as soon as she agreed.
The study door wasn't closed properly. As soon as Can Can pushed the door open, she saw her uncle exercising on the floor.
He walked in, puzzled, and asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
Shen Jiazhou raised his head, his hands still on the ground, and saw Can Can come in. He said, "Close the door."
Can Can turned back and closed the door. When he came back in, his uncle was still exercising. He walked over, squatted down next to his uncle, tilted his head, and asked curiously again, "Uncle, what are you doing? Uncle, you're so long!"
I never realized my uncle was so long; he's longer than a seesaw.
"Do push-ups," Shen Jiazhou said. "Calm down, calm down."
Can Can said "Oh," and then said, "Uncle, shall I wipe your sweat?"
Shen Jiazhou glanced at him and asked, "Why did you come in?"
Feeling guilty, Can Can said, "My aunt just criticized me."
Shen Jiazhou's arm, which was about to bend, straightened up slightly. He turned his head to look at Can Can and asked, "What did your aunt say about you?"
Cancan repeated Wen Shuqiao's words to Shen Jiazhou. Although the words were somewhat incomplete, Shen Jiazhou still roughly understood the meaning.
He started doing push-ups again, his heart pounding, feeling inexplicably irritable.
After doing it a few times, I still got annoyed and simply said, "Come on, I'll carry you."
Can Can let out a "yes" and obediently climbed up. Shen Jiazhou said, "Hold on to my neck."
Can Can wiggled forward a few times, hugged Shen Jiazhou's neck tightly, lowered her head to his side, and whispered, "Uncle, I won't do that again. Can you forgive me?"
Shen Jiazhou didn't say anything; he just kept doing push-ups.
Can Can was quite curious. She went down and made a "whoosh" sound, then went up and exclaimed "wow" again, constantly saying, "Uncle, you're so amazing!"
It felt like riding a carousel! ( ?? ω ?? )y It went up and down like that the other day too.
Turns out, my uncle is a carousel!
Shen Jiazhou stretched out his arm, tilted his head slightly, and pressed his face against Cancan's: "Are you singing a symphony? Don't talk."
Can Can whined, "No, I want to talk! Uncle, I'll sing for you! Teacher Lily taught me to sing today, and it was so beautiful!"
He was planning to perform for his aunt after dinner, but now he could sing for his uncle.
Shen Jiazhou promptly refused: "No."
Can Can didn't care, she hugged her uncle's neck tightly, bobbing up and down as she passionately sang, "Little Swallow~ Wearing Hair One~"
Whether it was because the exercise had drained his energy or because Can Can's singing voice was truly beautiful, Shen Jiazhou's restlessness quickly subsided.
He lay on the ground and said, "Get down."
Can Can asked reluctantly, "Uncle, I want to keep playing. I'll continue singing for you!"
"I won't listen," Shen Jiazhou said. "Go sing it for your aunt."
Can Can thought for a moment and said, "Then remember to tell your aunt that you're not angry with me anymore! Don't let your aunt misunderstand!"
...
Shen Jiazhou lay motionless on the ground.
Who cares whether Wen Shuqiao misunderstood or not?
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