Fu Siyu glanced at her, seemingly knowing what she was thinking.
His gaze flickered slightly as he leaned forward, "Shu Wan, what are you thinking?"
The room was already warm, and as Fu Siyu moved closer, his sandalwood scent immediately enveloped her.
Shu Wan's thoughts momentarily short-circuited, and she instinctively answered Fu Siyu's question, "Don't you think it's like an indirect kiss?"
After Shu Wan spoke, a soft laugh suddenly came from above her head.
She looked up, meeting Fu Siyu's deep eyes. They were so close that Shu Wan could count Fu Siyu's eyelashes.
The light poured down from above, somewhat dazzling, but it couldn't hide the smile in Fu Siyu's eyes.
He looked into Shu Wan's eyes, seductively asking, "Would you like to try it?"
Shu Wan's heart tightened, "Try what?"
Fu Siyu slightly lowered his head, whispering into Shu Wan's ear, "Try it, not indirectly?"
