The groom is very angry and a little sad. He thought he could turn the tables today. After all, it's a big day, so making a slightly excessive request wouldn't be too outrageous, right?

Before he could even bring it up, you had already taken the bait.

"Fang Rong, you look so beautiful today." Hey, you're the bride, the groom should be saying that to you.

The groom didn't want to talk to you and kicked you!

Fang Hua laughed, grabbed his ankles and spread them open, then performed an aerobic exercise below the neck that cannot be described. The groom was already utterly despondent and lay down, letting Fang Hua do as he pleased.

"Fang Rong".

"Fang Rong".

"Fang Rong".

Fang Hua called his name over and over again, like a madwoman, seemingly never getting tired of it, "I like you so much."

The bride is pulling out all the stops again.

"How about we try something different?"

Fang Rong rolled her eyes and didn't say anything.

"How about you play the cat and I'll play the mouse?" Fang Hua looked at him seriously.

"You're planning to compensate me?" Fang Rong couldn't help but think the wrong thing. After all, in a cat and mouse game, the cat definitely has the upper hand and can do whatever it wants to the mouse.

"No." Fang Hua looked innocent. "I want to see Fang Rong unable to catch up with me no matter how hard she tries."

(▼ plate ▼ #).

Do you realize you're testing the groom's patience?

The groom is already complaining about how much you've done to him, and you still make him act like a cat? Chasing a mouse?

Stop joking.

Fang Rong turned over and ignored him.

"Come on, come on," Fang Hua began to whine.

"If you make another fuss, I'll beat you to death." Fang Rong kicked him in the chest, but Fang Hua caught it firmly.

"If you won't play with me, I'll play by myself."

"Just kidding." Fang Rong looked at him disdainfully. "What kind of tricks can you come up with yourself... hiss..."

Fang Hua pressed down on his legs and suddenly turned them over his head.

"If Fang Rong won't play with me, I'll play with Fang Rong."

(▼皿▼#), "You bastard, let go of me right now!"

What's it like to have a boyfriend who's often clueless and always asks you to play the roles of grandpa, mom, and now even cat?

Brother, we just finished and it's time for us to rest.

Fang Hua didn't care about anything else and insisted that he chase after her, playing and fighting on the small bed. The makeshift bed collapsed under their weight.

The two of them tumbled down, and Fang Hua instinctively spun around so that Fang Rong lay on top of him.

He fell to the ground, and Fang Rong fell on top of him.

In the stillness of the night, an unknown animal squeaked, and an oil lamp flickered inside the house.

Fang Hua had a smile on her face, looking as innocent as a child, with her delicate features fully revealed, as beautiful as an angel.

Of course, only Fang Rong knew that this guy was a complete demon, because he killed the Great Sage with just one sentence.

He was just joking at the time, but Fang Hua got angry and tied him to a tree for a whole day before running away. He never saw Da Sheng again. After a while, he came back with a superpower that allowed him to control his nerves. Some time later, he learned that Da Sheng had died.

When the Great Sage's best friend pushed him down, he complained, but then he thought it was just a matter of getting his revenge.

If the Great Sage hadn't made things difficult for him, he wouldn't have made jokes, Fang Hua wouldn't have lost control and killed the Great Sage, and the Great Sage's best friend wouldn't have pushed him down.

Thinking about it this way, let bygones be bygones. It was the fault of both sides, and both groups bear responsibility.

"Your face has grown up." Fang Rong got up and sat on his waist, reaching out to pinch his still chubby cheeks.

Fang Hua didn't struggle; her red lips were gently pursed, with traces of lipstick still visible on them.

So-called lipstick is nothing more than pigment applied on the skin. Real lipstick is edible and completely natural and pollution-free.

I don't know what it's made of, but it's similar to lipstick and is used to apply to the lips and eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Fang Hua obediently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping down like a shy little girl, fluttering.

Fang Rong used a towel dampened with water to wipe away the red paint from the corner of his eye. She didn't know what the paint was made of, as it was difficult to wash off. Instead, it spread more and more with each wash, leaving a layer of mist that made it look even more natural.

It seems even God wants Fang Hua to look beautiful.

Fang Rong sighed, withdrew her hand, and instead pinned Fang Hua to the ground. Fang Hua's clothes were casually draped over his body, exposing large areas of skin, which were vaguely visible and tempting to commit crimes. If he didn't take advantage of him now, when would he?

Of course, he only gave her a light kiss. If he were to upset Fang Hua right after they had done it, that would be truly embarrassing.

Bride, you should just enjoy yourself and not try to put your hands in.

So they fought for another three hundred rounds.

Under the sparse moonlight and stars, two figures still struggling were reflected on the curtains inside the room. Considering that it was a rare opportunity to get married, Fang Rong indulged herself and let Fang Hua do it all night.

Fang Hua was like a wolf cub who was never full. He would rest when he was tired, then continue, then rest again, repeating this cycle intermittently until morning.

Fang Rong had fallen asleep in a daze and then woke up again.

(▼ plate ▼ #).

He fell asleep three or five times in the middle of the night, but woke up again before he was fully asleep. Sometimes he would just close his eyes, but then he would have to open them again.

Fang Hua planned to catch up on everything he hadn't finished during his recovery period. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he buried himself in his work and only stopped in the morning. He slept quietly for an hour before being woken up by the bugle call for the relocation.

Before each packing, the chieftain would blow a horn to remind them that it was time to set off.

Fang Hua was exhausted after a long day yesterday, but after sleeping for just over an hour, he was back to his energetic self. Fang Rong, on the other hand, wasn't as energetic and lazily curled up in bed, refusing to come out.

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