Song Qingshu was somewhat surprised that she would say such a thing. "Have you ever ridden a horse before?"
"No." Shen Biqun shook her head. There were not many horses in the entire Southern Song, and as a noble young lady, she had even less chance of coming into contact with riding.
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to teach you first. Once you become proficient, you can ride by yourself," Song Qingshu said hesitantly.
Shen Biqun lowered her head slightly, her expression unreadable. She merely replied in an almost inaudible voice, "All right."
Song Qingshu froze. He had assumed she would refuse outright. How could a well-bred lady like her allow such bodily entanglement with a man? Previously, asking her to take off her shoes and socks had seemed like it would cost her life.
Yet she had said yes?
Worried that she might not understand how riding lessons worked, he had to add, "You have no foundation at all, so at first we can only ride together. Since I'll be teaching you, physical contact will be unavoidable..."
"I know..." Shen Biqun wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Everyone said he was a man who knew very well how to please women, but why did he seem like such a blockhead now?
Of course, she kept reminding herself that she had only taken the initiative because she had been poisoned, delaying his journey while he saved her. She had no way to repay him, so she could only try her best to make it up to him.
The corners of Song Qingshu's lips rose slightly. Hearing her say that, he naturally was not foolish enough to repeatedly seek confirmation. Any man facing a beauty like this who tacitly permitted physical contact—even if it was not that kind