Seeing Shu Wan seed genuinely angry, Fu Siyu turned around and called out, "Shu Wan."
Shu Wan ignored him, silent as if she had already fallen asleep.
The wall was cast with shadows from the flickering flas of the fireplace, resembling silent flowers blooming upon it.
Shu Wan stared at the shifting patterns on the wall, feeling a bit stifled in her heart.
A sigh ca from behind her, and the next second, the blanket was lifted, and Fu Siyu embraced Shu Wan from behind, "Don’t be angry."
"I’m not angry."
Shu Wan said she wasn’t angry, but her tone carried a hint of irritation, and seeing her like this, Fu Siyu actually found it sowhat cute.
He lowered his head slightly and kissed Shu Wan, "Then turn around."
"No."
Fu Siyu chuckled lightly, "It seems you really are angry."
Shu Wan didn’t speak, her eyelashes trembling lightly, ignoring Fu Siyu and even shrinking further into the blanket.
She looked so enticing like this, making Fu Siyu’s heart flutter, and he hugged her a bit tighter, "I was wrong."
"Wrong about what?"
"I should have listened to my lady," Fu Siyu spoke with a chuckling tone, heavily laced with indulgence, "Tell , what do you want to do? I won’t resist anymore."
"You make it sound like I’m forcing you."
"How could you possibly force ."
Seeing that Shu Wan was willing to talk to him, knowing that her attitude had softened, Fu Siyu, while still embracing her, maneuvered her to face him directly.
"You’re so beautiful, talented, and charming. Why would you need to force anyone? With just a beckoning gesture, I’d gladly give you anything."
The light in the bedroom was dim, but Fu Siyu’s eyes were bright. He stared intently at Shu Wan, his tone sincere yet teasing, making Shu Wan a bit shy.
But no matter what, everyone likes to hear complints, especially when those complints co from Fu Siyu.
"Fu Siyu, how did you also beco skilled in sweet talking," Shu Wan chuckled.
Fu Siyu moved even closer to Shu Wan, their distance just a fist apart, their breaths mingling.
"Flattery is for falsehoods; what I’m saying is all true—how can it be considered sweet talking?" A smile erged in Fu Siyu’s eyes.
"Hmm."
Shu Wan wanted to say sothing more, but seeing Fu Siyu’s face at such close range, she suddenly found herself at a loss for words, "You’re really handso."
"Not as handso as you."
The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Why did it suddenly turn into mutual flattering?"
The heating in the bedroom was cranked up high, and being naturally like a furnace, Fu Siyu made the bed warm up quickly.
After lying there for a while, Shu Wan suddenly felt quite warm and instinctively moved to loosen up so of the heat trapped under the blanket.
However, since they were already so close, Shu Wan’s movent inevitably touched sothing.
Already restless, with Shu Wan’s touch, his response was imdiate.
Shu Wan’s ears turned red, but since she had called Fu Siyu over in the first place, fleeing now would just seem pretentious.
Thus, after a mont’s hesitation, Shu Wan reached out and pressed herself closer to Fu Siyu.
Fu Siyu instantly tensed up, his hand hidden under the blanket faintly showing veins, "Shu Wan, you—"
Shu Wan, not bothering with words, directly lifted her head and sealed Fu Siyu’s lips.
Shu Wan was not the type to passively receive; over ti, their kissing techniques had significantly improved.
After all, smart people are adept at whatever they do, and at that mont, Shu Wan, with a few maneuvers, ignited Fu Siyu.
Fu Siyu took charge, locking Shu Wan in his arms.
Even though Shu Wan wanted to take the initiative, the inherent difference in strength between n and won was objective.
Shu Wan felt herself completely enveloped in a cloud tinted with a faint scent of sandalwood, every corner imbued with that fragrance.
When that small area of cherry blossom was thoroughly turned a full red, Fu Siyu shifted direction, pressing a kiss on Shu Wan’s pale, beautiful collarbone.
Shu Wan usually liked wearing dresses that showed off her collarbone, shining like polished jade.
Fu Siyu enjoyed seeing her in dresses, and though they had beco closer over this period.
He always maintained restraint beyond the outbreak, often stopping abruptly below the neck.
Today was the first day the scent of sandalwood lingered on her collarbone, lasting a long while.
Fu Siyu’s action could neither be considered gentle nor violent; though the pressure of his imprint was light, the prolonged stay made the touch slightly painful.
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