Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan played the piano with increasing enthusiasm, and by the time it was nearing half-past eleven, she was ready to start another piece.

Fu Siyu stretched out his hand to press down on the piano keys, looking at Shu Wan with a bemused expression, "Aren’t you planning to sleep?"

Shu Wan glanced at the time on Fu Siyu’s wristwatch, "Alright, I lost track of time."

"Let’s go, your bedroom is on the second floor. The hot water in the bathroom is all ready."

"Mm."

Shu Wan stood up and followed Fu Siyu downstairs.

When they reached the bedroom door, Fu Siyu pointed towards the closet, "There are no women’s clothes here, so you’ll have to make do with wearing mine. Don’t worry, they’re all brand new."

"Okay."

Having said that, Shu Wan walked towards the bedroom. After just a couple of steps, Fu Siyu stopped her and hesitated before asking, "You’re not afraid of ghosts, are you?"

Shu Wan frowned slightly, "Why would you suddenly ask that?"