This is usually nothing, just the indulgence of elders towards their children.
But An Yeqiu happened to discover that her ex-husband's other hand was moving around An Li's waist.
Such an ambiguous posture, such purposeful yet seemingly nonchalant teasing and probing.
In An Yeqiu's eyes, this was shockingly unsettling.
An Yeqiu did not rush into the study but covered her mouth to suppress an impending scream.
She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.
When she looked again, An Li was grinning as she turned her head to look at her uncle.
An Li was too young, seemingly unaware of anything, much less the notion of personal boundaries between men and women.
In her eyes, that man was her uncle, a relative just like her aunt.
She smiled innocently, without a care about her uncle's roving hand, and cheerfully asked him, "Did I write well?"
Her uncle nodded, his chin whisking past her cheek, and asked, "What did you put on? You smell so nice."
