CHAPTER 422: CHAPTER 241: STICKING CLOSE

Shu Wan subconsciously blinked her eyes.

She and Fu Siyu were very close at that moment. In the darkness, Shu Wan didn’t notice anything, but Fu Siyu was acutely aware of a tiny brush that had lightly swept against him.

The hand Fu Siyu had placed around Shu Wan’s waist tightened unconsciously, prompting a slight frown from Shu Wan, "Fu Siyu."

"Mm."

Fu Siyu responded with a sound that anyone could hear was laced with restraint—after all, he could feel the warm breath Shu Wan exhaled as she spoke.

"Weren’t you going to take the initiative?"

Seeing that Shu Wan made no further move, Fu Siyu reminded her out loud.

"Oh."

Shu Wan mumbled in response, then she lowered her head and touched Fu Siyu’s lips lightly before retreating and saying, "There, done."

"What did it feel like?"

Shu Wan cleared her throat, "Didn’t feel much."

Well, actually there was a feeling, Fu Siyu’s lips were unexpectedly soft.

"Oh."

By this time, they could see Fu Siyu’s outline by the light of the fireplace. In the dark night, Fu Siyu appeared calm, showing no particular reaction.

But Shu Wan was pressed tightly against him and could naturally sense certain changes, making her feel a bit embarrassed and ready to leave.

The next second, Fu Siyu lowered his head and covered her lips with his.

Shu Wan’s eyes widened, and before she could react, she was already enveloped in the pervasive scent of sandalwood.

Fu Siyu’s movements were very slow, even tender, like a feather, brushing gently over her lips with a subtle fragrance, intimate and restrained. Shu Wan thought it was quite nice.

Her ability to learn had always been strong, and with Fu Siyu’s guidance, Shu Wan mimicked him, touching him lightly too.

But perhaps detecting a peculiar sweet scent at Fu Siyu’s lips, Shu Wan unconsciously flicked it with her tongue.

With moisture, with tentativeness, with naivety, yet igniting a towering flame.

Shu Wan felt Fu Siyu pause for a moment and then, as if a switch had been flipped, his touching became more rapid.

Shu Wan felt her consciousness swirled into the sandalwood scent, as if floating on clouds, ethereal and without support. Shu Wan raised her hand and rested it on Fu Siyu’s shoulder.

This subtle gesture, seemingly a hint, made Shu Wan feel as if her lips were bitten, a slight pain causing her to open her mouth.

The next second, the scent of sandalwood surged in.

Shu Wan was enveloped entirely, as if falling into a place floating with white clouds, with only the sandalwood scent marking the boundary with reality.

The fire in the fireplace was burning fiercely, the flames crept and danced with the wind, reflecting the embracing figures on the opposite wall.

Unbeknownst to them, a batch of charcoal in the fireplace had burned out, but the figures on the wall remained unseparated.

"Fu Siyu."

Shu Wan felt that if she didn’t call a halt soon, she might really not be able to stop.

"Mm."

Fu Siyu responded, forcefully turning his head to lean on Shu Wan’s shoulder, trying to calm his breathing.

"So hot."

Shu Wan felt the temperature in the room to be surprisingly high, and there was a faint sense of sweat on her back.

"Mm."

"Fu Siyu, let me go."

Seeing that hints were ineffective, Shu Wan had to speak directly.

"Shu Wan," Fu Siyu finally didn’t just hum in response but called out Shu Wan’s name.

"What is it?"

"How do you feel?"

Fu Siyu seemed to be very concerned about Shu Wan’s experience, insisting on getting a clear answer.

Shu Wan’s face reddened, and she was too embarrassed to even recall what had just happened. Fu Siyu had been like a volcano—normally he seemed calm and composed, but when he erupted, he could melt away everything.

But on the whole, Shu Wan felt quite happy.

It was an indescribable sense of satisfaction, somewhat suffocating, yet within that suffocation burst forth a contentment as extravagant as trees of fire ablaze with silver flowers.

"Are you a little bit happy?" Fu Siyu asked.

Shu Wan nodded gently, "Mhm."

A light laugh reached her ears, and a clear vibration could be felt where her palm touched; Fu Siyu’s feelings of happiness extended unabashedly towards Shu Wan.

"Then, can you be my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?"

Shu Wan was startled. She was not unfamiliar with the term, but what surprised her was that Fu Siyu would bring it up at this time.

"Mhm." Fu Siyu moved away from Shu Wan’s shoulder, and even in the darkness, one could sense his intense gaze, "Will you?"

Although they were nominally husband and wife, both Fu Siyu and Shu Wan knew their relationship wasn’t genuine.

Girlfriend signified the start of a romance. Fu Siyu wanted to start over with Shu Wan.

Shu Wan’s eyes flickered. She was quite happy with Fu Siyu and nodded, "Mhm."

Joy overflowed in Fu Siyu’s eyes as he reached out to embrace Shu Wan, "I’m really happy."

Shu Wan leaned on Fu Siyu’s shoulder, her eyelashes fluttered, "I think I am too."

The laughter in Fu Siyu’s voice deepened, "Shall we sleep?"

"Ah?"

Shu Wan wasn’t completely opposed to the idea, after all, she knew that modern views on this matter were quite open, but it did seem a bit too soon.

Shu Wan’s overreaction made Fu Siyu pause, then he realized she must have misunderstood.

"No, you’ve got the wrong idea, it’s past midnight, I was just asking if you’re going to sleep."

"Oh." Shu Wan’s face reddened, "I wasn’t thinking that way, that’s what I meant too."

"I know."

Fu Siyu’s tone was filled with mirth, sounding unmistakably teasing.

Shu Wan stood up, "Alright, I’m going to sleep now. You should go back to sleep too."

"Mhm."

Fu Siyu stood up, this time he departed without lingering, promptly walking out.

However, when he reached the doorway, he stopped, "It’s dark in here, turn on the light to avoid stumbling."

After saying that, Fu Siyu then left the room.

Shu Wan was a bit confused; the switch was right by Fu Siyu’s hand, why didn’t he turn it on?

When Shu Wan turned on the light and went off to wash up in the bathroom, she finally understood the reason.

In the mirror, she saw herself with her hair in disarray, a rosy complexion, and eyes shimmering like water; she was even startled by the sight, her heart skipping a beat.

Shu Wan subconsciously lifted her hand, touching her slightly swollen lips.

Even after brushing her teeth, the faint scent of sandalwood lingered, invoking memories of the recent moments.

Shu Wan started feeling warm again; she lowered her head and washed her face with cold water, then stepped out of the bathroom.

Lying in bed, the thought of being Fu Siyu’s girlfriend made her unusually sleepless. This feeling was both foreign and wondrous for Shu Wan.

Her mind filled with various thoughts, and before she knew it, Shu Wan had fallen into a deep sleep.

In the bedroom next door, Fu Siyu hadn’t fallen asleep.

He had many emotions to express but couldn’t find an outlet to release them.

Considering for a moment, Fu Siyu took out his phone and opened his account.

Soon after, everyone noticed that Fu Siyu had updated his status.

@Fu Si: "@Bailu people (heart, heart, heart)"