Leng Bingliang didn't even look at it, and it was because I stupidly grabbed his pants with my dirty hands, hoping that he would accept, that I was treated like that.
But now, the little clay figurine is lying quietly in the small box, and the sun shines on him, shining with a strange light.
"I winked at Liu Ma. She knew what I meant and kept it temporarily.
Later, I had someone give it some special treatment so that it wouldn't get damaged even if I keep it forever...
This is the only thing Nuannuan gave me, how could I lose it?"
He looked at it like a baby, with a gentle look on his face, like a devout believer looking at his god.
He looks like a boy in his twenties who is obsessed with his first love.
It's so beautiful that it makes people feel sad, and I'm afraid it will break
"I also keep mine at home, as well as the paintings painted by Xiao Nuannuan, and the one I was punished by writing "Good brother, I will never dare to do it again" 10,000 times, hehe~~~"
The second brother couldn't hide his proud chuckle, and I turned away in anger.
Doesn’t he know that I stayed up late and wrote ten thousand times and my hands were swollen the next day!?
"Do you understand what we mean?"
The eldest brother carefully put away the box and put it on the coffee table, then reached out and hugged me