Shen Tang felt that Luo San was taking a jab at her, but she had no proof. "Gongxi Chou and I are naturally bosom friends who understand each other."
If bosom friends had no tacit understanding, could they still be called bosom friends?
Unexpectedly, Luo San revealed an expression that said, What the hell do young people know? "There are no bosom friends between men and women."
Shen Tang felt as though she had been caught in a map-wide artillery barrage. "You can't be so absolute. Aren't he and I an exception? You can't use your narrow experience to measure the pure friendship between us."
At first, she had thought Gongxi Chou simply liked being single. Later, she discovered that wasn't the case. He was single purely because his requirements were too harsh and bizarre. As long as Gongxi Chou didn't lower his standards, he could maintain a pure relationship with any member of the opposite sex.
Shen Tang had even asked Jimò Qiu about it out of curiosity.
What should they do if his younger brother stayed like this for the rest of his life?
Jimò Qiu's answer was very much in the style of the Gongxi Clan: [The continuation of the clan doesn't depend on A Nian, so how it happens isn't important. A person's life lasts no more than a hundred years, enough only for a wheat crop that bears twice a year to be harvested a hundred-odd times. Life is short. Why go against your heart?]
The clan had never lacked ancestors who remained single for life.
[Love is a pair of shackles. We'll talk about it when he wants to put them on.]
Thinking of Gongxi Chou's usual words and actions, Shen Tang's lips twitched. [Put on shackles? Him? I can't imagine it at all.]