Shu Wan had always been very composed, even in the face of formidable forces, she had never changed her expression.
But at this moment, her entire being was enveloped by Fu Siyu's body heat, and occasionally, the warmth from the tips of Fu Siyu's fingers brushed past her ears, making Shu Wan feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
She slightly lowered her eyes, fixating on a dark blue tie pin on Fu Siyu's chest, almost counting every single pattern on it.
A gust of cold wind suddenly picked up, stirring Shu Wan's skirt, the soft, wave-like hem fluttering against the edge of Fu Siyu's suit pants.
Fu Siyu also lowered his eyes, hastening the pace of adjusting his cufflinks. Before long, he released Shu Wan's hair, stepping back, "All set."
"Okay." Shu Wan subconsciously tucked her hair behind her ear, "Where are we going now?"
"Let's rest at the hotel for a while, and if you're interested this evening, I can take you around."
