Song Yansheng woke up half an hour later, with the soft lights outside contrasting the quiet night.
Inside the carriage, a peaceful tranquility prevailed.
Someone was asleep, but this time, the sleeping person had changed from Song Yansheng to Shi Nuan.
Song Yansheng glanced sideways, looking at Shi Nuan who was unknowingly leaning on his shoulder, her delicate eyebrows reflecting a tender entanglement.
His lips curved into a faint smile, especially as he saw their intertwined hands, his heart slowly filled with warmth.
He instinctively tightened his fingers, making them fit more snugly with the lines of her palm, not realizing that this simple action would also cause a stir in his shoulder.
The girl’s eyelashes, resting on his shoulder, fluttered slightly, then her eyes slowly opened.
"Did I wake you?" His magnetic, slightly hoarse and sexy voice gently slid past Shi Nuan’s ear.
Shi Nuan was startled, instinctively sitting up straight, pulling her fingers away from Song Yansheng’s hand.
With her eyes downcast, and cheeks a bit flushed, she softly murmured, "Sorry..."
She was clearly supposed to wait for Song Yansheng to wake up, so how did she end up falling asleep herself?
Moreover, she had no idea how long she’d actually slept!
Looking at her, Song Yansheng gently said, "We’re home now, shall we get off?"
Shi Nuan replied with an "Mm," and opened the car door first.
Aunt Hui, who had been waiting nearby, saw the door open and quickly led a few servants over to welcome them.
After respectfully greeting them, she reached out to take the laptop and clothing bag that Song Yansheng handed over, belonging to Shi Nuan.
Shi Nuan didn’t stop them, only immersed in her own embarrassment, remained in her own inner turmoil.
The two of them walked towards the main house, and after a few moments of silence, Song Yansheng asked Shi Nuan, "The next two days are Saturday and Sunday. I’m off work, and the time is all yours. Do you want to stay home or go out somewhere?"
Tomorrow marks the start of June, a new month. Everything will be a new beginning.
For Song Yansheng, and for Shi Nuan as well.
Shi Nuan said, "I don’t have any particular place I want to go, so let’s just stay home."
Song Yansheng instinctively frowned, "Nuannuan is just in her early twenties; she should do something typical for young people!"
Shi Nuan blinked at him, the streetlights casting a glow, making the man’s face appear graceful and refined, almost unreal in beauty.
Shi Nuan averted her gaze and softly spoke, "Does Second Uncle think I’m dull?"
Song Yansheng chuckled softly, "Is Nuannuan nitpicking words with me?"
Shi Nuan pouted, "How could I dare!"
Yet the smile on Song Yansheng’s lips deepened, and he reached out to gently hook Shi Nuan’s fingers. She tried to pull away, but he held them firmly.
He began, "When I want to hold someone’s hand, no one would refuse me, but you do; so tell me, what is it that you don’t dare?"
Well, who exactly is the one nitpicking words!
With that, they both had returned to the house. Shi Nuan glanced at the time and realized it was already close to eleven.
It seemed she had indeed slept quite a while.
The two of them didn’t dwell much and went straight upstairs to sleep.
Before sleep, they had Aunt Hui prepare two glasses of milk.
Shi Nuan really didn’t want to drink it, but she knew she couldn’t resist it either.
Seeing the little girl with a displeased face, Song Yansheng brushed a strand of her long hair gently to comfort her, "A glass of milk will help you sleep better!"
Back in the bedroom, Song Yansheng let Shi Nuan shower first, while he went out to the balcony and lit a cigarette.