Seeing that Brilliant didn't react, he quietly moved closer, then reached out and hooked his hand around Brilliant's. A smile played on his lips, he closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became even...
Over the next few days, Mrs. Fang witnessed the rather trendy cold war tactics employed by the young people.
Buling didn't refuse Sangshen's care; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it. Sometimes, when she needed something, she wouldn't say anything but would give Sangshen a look, and Sangshen would immediately understand and serve her meticulously.
Logically speaking, given things like this, they should have made up by now.
But no, the young couple is still in a state of cold war, or rather, it's a one-sided cold war between Buling and Sangshen, where Buling doesn't say a single word to Sangshen.
Sangshen wasn't in a hurry. He ate his meals and went to work as usual, without any panic. However, he would bring Buling a small gift every day after get off work.
Sometimes it's a steamed bun, sometimes a hair clip, and sometimes just a wooden rose that's so ugly it's unbearable to look at; you can tell it was carved by hand.
As for Buling, she still accepted the gifts but ignored the person as before. Sangs let her have her way, giving her gifts every day and never asking anyone else to take care of her.
The three of them, Aunt Fang, Grandpa Sang, and Uncle Lin, were amazed and sighed more than once that they were too old to understand the way the young people played.
In fact, there was an unspoken understanding between Bu Ling and Sang Shen. Sang Shen knew that Bu Ling was doing it on purpose to teach him a lesson, so he wasn't worried at all and even enjoyed it a little.
Buling was also aware of the situation. She knew that Sangshen knew she was doing it on purpose, and that she enjoyed the feeling of having little surprises every day.
I wonder if Mulberry's little stash can hold up?
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