Aunt Shen hugged her precious daughter tightly, feeling the sharp bones beneath her hands, and her heart ached terribly. At the same time, she made a silent vow that no matter what, she could not let her daughter go back.
Buling knew nothing about what had happened here, nor did she care. She had vented her anger and was in a good mood, humming a song as she returned to the front yard.
By this time, Sangshen had returned. Seeing Bling's brisk walk, he knew how the battle had gone: "You won, right? Did you vent your anger?"
Bling nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course!"
Sangshen smiled indulgently: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Buling: "Cold noodles, please. It's a bit stuffy."
Mulberry nodded and started kneading the dough. "It should rain soon, and it will be cooler after the rain."
"I hope so." Bling took a fan and fanned herself vigorously.
That night, Buling and Sangshen were having their nighttime exercise on the kang (heated brick bed). After they finished, she asked breathlessly, "Hey, by the way, did your uncle call again?"
Sangshen felt that one attempt was not enough, so he immediately wanted to try a second time. He buried his head in Buling's neck and shoulder and mumbled, "No, don't worry, my uncle wouldn't dare."
Bling nudged him: "It tickles!"
Sangshen sat up and pulled Buling up with him. Their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling, and he said in a deep, seductive voice, "Focus, hmm?"
Buling swallowed hard, looking utterly pathetic.
Her reaction seemed to please Sang Shen, who wrapped his arms around Bu Ling's neck, lowered his head, and kissed her rosy lips...
So, little Chen Cong dreamed again that night that Sister Bu Ling was crying...
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