Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

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.