Fu Siyu was also stunned at the moment.
When he heard the photographers leaving, he was about to lower his head to say something to Shu Wan, but unexpectedly, Shu Wan suddenly looked up.
He felt a chill cross his lower lip, and then he saw a pair of eyes brimming with moonlight.
Fu Siyu’s hand, propped against the wall, slightly curled, his fingernails embedding into the crevice, the chill and slight pain at his fingertips clarified his thoughts a bit, "Sorry, I—"
Shu Wan, looking up, regarded Fu Siyu calmly, "It’s easy to bump into each other in the dark, it’s quite normal."
For Shu Wan, indeed, there was nothing surprising.
After all, in her previous life, she had entered military camps under her brother’s identity; even with caution, touching others was inevitable, and she saw no need for taboo.
The apology Fu Siyu had intended was suddenly stifled; he gazed at Shu Wan’s water-like pupils, a nearly imperceptible darkness flickering in his eyes.
Shu Wan didn’t mind, and he didn’t feel any joy.
Ordinary people would treat it with ordinary hearts, indicating that, up to now, he did not qualify to make Shu Wan feel shy.
Succeeding in making a nameless company one of the top in the world, Fu Siyu was certainly not as cultured and gentlemanly as he appeared.
The battlefield of business competition, needing real strategies and precise calculations, was no different from a battlefield requiring actual weapons; a slight misstep could lead to a mountain of bones.
From the moment he met Shu Wan, Fu Siyu knew she possessed a strong and confident soul.
Such a woman did not need to rely on any man; she would only get accustomed to someone’s constant company, using that longstanding harmony to judge if the man could stand by her side.
Thus, Fu Siyu was always patient, he respected Shu Wan’s choices, as well as her personal space.
Even though he could now return to his country, he had no plan to come back shortly, fearing Shu Wan might find it hard to adapt.
But knowing that Xiao Yan came here with Xiao Lin, he admitted, he felt a bit panicked.
Thus, he postponed the work in his hands and went directly to Ryan.
At this moment, seeing Shu Wan’s purely innocent gaze, Fu Siyu’s lips thinned slightly.
Shu Wan’s wrist had already withdrawn from around his waist, and just as she was about to turn and walk out, Fu Siyu suddenly lightly grasped her arm, "Wait."
Shu Wan looked at Fu Siyu, puzzled, "What is it?"
"It seems someone else is coming."
As soon as Fu Siyu’s words fell, a villager speaking in dialect passed by the corner.
Shu Wan was about to step back inside, but suddenly a steel arm crossed her waist, and the next second, Shu Wan was enveloped in a faint sandalwood scent.
She instinctively raised her head, crashing into a pair of profound eyes.
In the dense night shadowy as thick ink, the moonlight in Fu Siyu’s eyes appeared even more luminous; it seemed to carry emotions too rich to disperse, yet it was also like a calm sea, nothing visible at all.
The villagers were approaching; Fu Siyu lowered his head, coming close to Shu Wan’s ear, "Doesn’t it feel a bit strange?"
Since the first time she heard Fu Siyu speak, Shu Wan had thought his voice was pleasant.
Now, as he lowered his voice, the warmth spilled into Shu Wan’s ear, drawing out endless magnetism; Shu Wan felt her ear was numbed by the warmth.
"Strange in what way?"
"It feels like we’re doing something naughty," Fu Siyu spoke with a hint of a smile in his tone, "This experience is indeed a first for me."
In the snug corner, as Fu Siyu lowered his head, he brought Shu Wan entirely into his embrace.
Listening to Fu Siyu speak, Shu Wan slightly tilted her head; she could see the neatly buttoned collar of Fu Siyu’s shirt and his flawless jawline.
As he spoke, his Adam’s apple moved subtly, occasionally pushing small bulges into his tightly buttoned collar.
Even in her previous life, when she accompanied so many men to war, she never observed these details up close.
At this moment, Shu Wan distinctly realized that Fu Siyu was a man different from her.
Once this realization surged in her mind and she revisited their current actions, the calm she felt before was gone.
Even the mild sandalwood scent seemed to grow richer, enveloping her entirely like a silk net.
The suit touching her cheek seemed to carry warmth, trailing along her skin, making her face flush with heat.
Shu Wan’s breathing barely paused for a moment, and in that instant, Fu Siyu captured it.
His gaze shifted, turning his head, his deep eyes stared at Shu Wan, locking onto her with an unavoidable posture, "What’s wrong?"