Song Yansheng asked Shi Nuan if he was the first man to enter her room.
Shi Nuan felt slightly embarrassed. Actually, he wasn't. Her room wasn't a taboo; Father and Song Yichuan had both been in.
But he was the first man she had actively invited in.
Shi Nuan's face turned slightly red, momentarily unsure of how to answer.
A hint of disappointment flickered in Song Yansheng's dark eyes. He shrugged and said, "If I can't be the first, being the last is also pretty good!"
Shi Nuan blinked. Did he mean that no other men were allowed in her room in the future? How could that be possible?
She softly spoke, "Second Uncle, you should rest for a while. I'll tidy up, and we can leave soon!"
Song Yansheng was pleased with her use of "we." He didn't press further and said warmly, "Alright."
...
Presumably, the aftereffects of the wine had caught up with him, and Song Yansheng was somewhat fatigued. Afterward, he lay sideways on Shi Nuan's bed to rest.
