After putting Can Can to sleep, Wen Shuqiao stood on the balcony looking at the night view in the distance. Shen Jiazhou had chosen a very good location for the house, but she didn't come to the balcony to enjoy the breeze very often.
After taking a shower, Shen Jiazhou came out wearing a bathrobe. He walked up to Wen Shuqiao and stopped beside her: "What are you looking at? You seem so engrossed."
Wen Shuqiao snapped out of her daze, turned to look at Shen Jiazhou, and then asked, "Aren't you cold?"
Although it's already the end of March, the temperature is still rather cold.
Shen Jiazhou hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, their bodies pressed close together. He said, "This way you won't be cold anymore, baby, you've saved me."
"I don't even dare to listen." Wen Shuqiao raised her hand to push his head, but Shen Jiazhou chuckled and gently kissed her earlobe: "Coward, I dare to say it, why don't you dare to listen?"
Before Wen Shuqiao could say anything more, Shen Jiazhou added, "You should say some sweet nothings to me too, I'm willing to listen."
Cake, who was wagging its tail and trying to come closer, suddenly stopped, tilted its head, and silently wagged its tail back to its den.
The two people embracing did not notice this little incident.
Wen Shuqiao pinched his cheek: "What do you want to hear? Let me think about it."
Shen Jiazhou ignored her hand pinching his cheek, and simply nuzzled her neck with the tip of his nose: "Think for yourself, who asks others for sweet nothings?"
"You're not just anyone." Wen Shuqiao hummed twice, mimicking his tone. "Why can't I ask?"
"You're so naughty, mimicking people's speech." Although Shen Jiazhou said this, he couldn't help but feel happy. He kissed Wen Shuqiao's neck again and said gently, "Is something on your mind?"
Wen Shuqiao subconsciously replied, "No."
"You're lying," Shen Jiazhou said. "You don't seem like you're without worries right now. Why don't you want to talk to me?"
Wen Shuqiao tilted her head, wanting to look at him, but Shen Jiazhou followed her neck; whenever she tilted her head, he would immediately press against her.
Wen Shuqiao understood what he meant; he didn't want her to see his face.
She didn't insist anymore, and leaned against him, continuing to look outside. She said, "It's not that I don't want to talk to you."
"Hmph, still saying you have nothing on your mind?" Shen Jiazhou said, "Isn't that an admission?"
Wen Shuqiao opened her mouth, but found that she didn't know what to say, so she simply slapped her arm on her waist.
It doesn't hurt, it's like being tickled.
But this didn't stop Shen Jiazhou from throwing a tantrum: "Why can't people tell the truth? I get hit for hearing things I don't like. How pitiful am I?"
"Come on, I didn't use any force at all."
Shen Jiazhou chuckled twice: "You want to use more force?"
Wen Shuqiao was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Shen Jiazhou hugged her tighter: "It's cold outside, let's go back to the room and talk slowly."
After he finished speaking, he picked Wen Shuqiao up upright and carried her in his arms.
Wen Shuqiao looked down at the distance between herself and the ground. Shen Jiazhou's arm was across her waist. She didn't know where this person got such strength. He just picked her up and carried her away.
Her temples throbbed: "Put me down."
Shen Jiazhou still rested his face on her chin, his steps steady: "I am now a means of transportation, and means of transportation cannot understand words."
He just wanted to carry Wen Shuqiao back to the master bedroom!
Wen Shuqiao was truly impressed. Shen Jiazhou carried her straight back to the bedroom, and then, as if she were a fragile object, gently placed her on the bedside.
Shen Jiazhou said, "I'm going to change into my pajamas. Wait for me."
After saying that, he kissed Wen Shuqiao and strode towards the dressing room.
Wen Shuqiao turned around and glanced at him. Shen Jiazhou, as if he were being monitored, turned back and earnestly instructed, "Don't peek at me, okay?"
"..." Wen Shuqiao hesitated for a moment, then finally simply lifted the covers and lay down on the bed.
Shen Jiazhou quickly changed into his pajamas and came out of the dressing room, with a bathrobe draped over his arm. He walked to the bathroom and threw the bathrobe into the laundry basket.
When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Wen Shuqiao hiding most of her face under the covers, staring at him with her round eyes.
Shen Jiazhou walked towards the bedside, and just as he was about to get close, he heard Wen Shuqiao say, "Why are you being so formal? You even got dressed to see me."
Shen Jiazhou paused for a moment, then realized what Wen Shuqiao had just said about a fierce tiger and couldn't help but laugh.
He walked over, took off his shoes, and pressed himself against her through the blanket.
Wen Shuqiao said, "Heavy, get down."
Shen Jiazhou didn't move. He stared at Wen Shuqiao's slightly flushed face with his eyes curved, raised one hand, and touched her face with his fingertips: "You have such a thin skin, yet you dare to talk like that."
Wen Shuqiao tried to turn the tables, but Shen Jiazhou held her firmly in place.
In the end, there was nothing I could do but watch him like this.
Shen Jiazhou chuckled: "Trying to run away after being a scoundrel? No way! Hurry up and kiss me, or I'll kiss you."
"...Who's really being a scoundrel?" Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but look at him: "Aren't you making some of your statements sound too self-evident?"
Shen Jiazhou smiled and kissed her, mumbling, "So what?"
They're not even kissed yet.
After Shen Jiazhou had kissed her enough, he climbed off her, lifted the covers and lay back in bed, squeezing onto the same pillow with her and hugging her from the side.
Wen Shuqiao reached out and turned off the room light, then turned over and buried herself in Shen Jiazhou's arms.
Shen Jiazhou rested his chin on her forehead, placed Wen Shuqiao's feet between his calves, and muttered, "Why are your feet so cold? Did you stay in the wind for too long?"
Wen Shuqiao gave a soft "maybe".
Shen Jiazhou seemed to sigh softly. He hugged Wen Shuqiao tighter and whispered in her ear, "What exactly happened?"
He had just decided not to ask, but Wen Shuqiao's condition was really bad, and he simply couldn't ignore it.
Wen Shuqiao didn't answer, she just hugged him tightly.
Shen Jiazhou's arm went under her neck, his large hand ruffling her hair, and he tightened his grip on her waist: "You said I was clingy, we're the same."
Wen Shuqiao pressed her forehead against his neck, closed her eyes, and didn't say anything.
Shen Jiazhou moved his hand to the back of her neck and gently kneaded it, helping her relax her slightly tense neck.
He asked, "Is it related to your own affairs?"
Wen Shuqiao didn't say anything.
"Is that related to me?" he continued to ask.
Wen Shuqiao remained silent.
Shen Jiazhou took a deep breath: "Then it has something to do with Can Can."
Although Wen Shuqiao didn't speak, she buried her head even deeper, breathing in Shen Jiazhou's scent with every breath.
Shen Jiazhou couldn't quite imagine what could have made Wen Shuqiao so preoccupied.
Now, Cancan can cry, laugh, eat, sleep, run, and jump; he's a healthy, happy, and mischievous little boy.
And it all changed in just one night.
What exactly happened?
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