When he was with Fang Hua, he was always amused by his foolishness. Sometimes he felt that Fang Hua was wise in disguise. He was so calm that he would not be moved no matter how many troops the other side had.

Sometimes I feel that he is as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, on which you can write and draw whatever you want.

The meal left him deeply conflicted, and he began to misunderstand Fang Hua.

He wasn't usually this excited. It was probably because after their argument, he always felt like they would never see each other again, so Fang Rong forgave him easily. Fang Hua, having regained what he had lost, cherished it even more than he had, fearing that he would run away again.

She would pester him to watch TV and play chess, and wouldn't let him leave at night, insisting that he sleep with her.

Fang Rong would feel uncomfortable sleeping here, after all, there are so many surveillance cameras, and he always feels like he's under someone's watchful eye, so he's not really willing to do it.

Fang Hua seemed to be used to being watched, and didn't feel anything at all. She even lay on the bed naturally, holding his hand and shaking it.

One after another, like a child holding an adult's hand and acting spoiled while shopping.

Fang Rong couldn't resist his actions, which were inappropriate for his age, and finally gave in.

However, he hadn't even taken off his clothes, and the light was too bright, making it difficult to sleep.

Fang Hua lay on top of him as usual, just like before. In fact, the two used to have a very good relationship. Fang Rong looked at him like a father would look at his son, and it felt like he had suddenly had a son before he even had a wife.

Although he had never been a father, he was meticulous and took good care of Fang Hua, never letting him suffer any major grievances.

Of course, since he was in animal form when he was little, we always treated him as a pet. That feeling was quite strange, like suddenly having a attachment. Later, as Fang Hua grew more and more like a human, we treated him as our son.

Then, within just three years, he grew to a teenager and could no longer be treated as a son, so Fang Rong treated him as a younger brother.

His identity shifted rapidly, from pet to son, and then to younger brother, all within just three years.

Fang Hua rested his chin on Fang Rong's chest, lazily half-closing his eyes. He liked being close to Fang Rong. Even if they did nothing, just lying on him and smelling the faint scent of shower gel was enough to make him feel satisfied, like a well-fed lion dozing off.

Even brothers wouldn't be this close, but their relationship is special. Fang Rong initially refused, but he had no choice. He was used to letting Fang Hua lie on his stomach when they were little, so now that he wasn't allowed to, Fang Hua would obediently lie on the headboard, but as soon as Fang Rong fell asleep, he would lie back down. He never learned his lesson.

During that period, Fang Rong suffered from mental illness, experiencing chest tightness and nightmares every day. It was all caused by his stress, and he expressed his physical discomfort in this way. After all, Fang Hua was also a teenager and not light in weight.

Fang Rong had also mentioned the seriousness of the matter, but Fang Hua didn't take it seriously. He couldn't sleep the next day without lying down. Fang Rong was soft-hearted, and he gave in after Fang Hua gave him a cautious look. They discussed letting him lie down as much as he wanted during the day, but not at night, because he kept having nightmares.

Moreover, he discovered that Fang Hua had a strange habit: he would become particularly energetic when the lights were off, staring at him with unblinking eyes for a long time; when the lights were on, he would revert to his lazy nature, half-closing his eyes, seemingly asleep.

“Fate is truly wondrous. I thought I would never see you again.” Fang Rong put her hands behind her head and stared blankly at the ceiling. “I never imagined we would meet again.”

He reached out and ruffled Fang Hua's hair; without that silver hair, the gesture looked somewhat ambiguous.

Fang Hua leaned forward a bit so that Fang Rong could touch him more easily, and then changed his position to continue lying down. Unfortunately, he was lying right in Fang Rong's chest, where it was thumping loudly, disturbing his sleep.

He looked at Fang Rong with a puzzled expression, then at his heart. His pure and innocent gaze made Fang Rong feel guilty.

"Don't look around." He covered Fang Hua's eyes with his hands, and Fang Hua's long eyelashes brushed against his palms one by one, the feeling was like being electrocuted, itchy.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." For some reason, Fang Rong felt a little guilty. He turned over, pushed Fang Hua aside, and then buried himself in the blanket.

Fang Hua found a place to curl up and quietly listened to his breathing. When it was almost even, she crawled into the quilt and continued to press herself against him.

Without a doubt, Fang Rong was having another nightmare. In the dream, he always felt like he was being paralyzed by a ghost. Even though he guessed that Fang Hua was probably on top of him again, he couldn't help but feel scared. Sleep paralysis was too terrifying.

Although he was still dreaming, his body instinctively showed signs of discomfort. Fang Hua sensed it; he hadn't slept for almost 24 hours, yet it seemed like he spent 20 of those 24 hours resting with his eyes closed, just like a typical feline. He was also a night owl, especially awake at night.

He seemed to have gotten used to it. Fang Rong would have nightmares from time to time. Of course, he didn't think it was his fault. On the contrary, he felt that he deserved credit. Every time Fang Rong had a nightmare, he would comfort him.

I patted his forehead, wiped away his sweat, and then patted his chest like I was comforting a child, gradually calming him down.

This wasn't the first time he'd done it; if you counted carefully, it must have been at least fifty or a hundred times, so he was used to it. Once Fang Rong calmed down, he continued to lie there.

Because he was pressing on Fang Rong's chest again, Fang Rong couldn't breathe and started having nightmares. He would get up to comfort her, and the whole night was spent in this endless loop.

When Fang Rong woke up the next day, she found him still lying on her chest. She was furious. No wonder he had been having nightmares all night long. She had told him many times that this was bad for his health and would cause problems.

He verbally agreed, but continued to press down on her that night, as if he had gotten used to the position and couldn't fall asleep without it.

I need to have a serious talk with him today.

He woke up as soon as Fang Rong woke up, but when he saw that there was no movement, he buried his head and fell asleep again. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time. The surrounding environment never gave him a sense of security. In addition, he was always being chased and killed. He had to be vigilant almost every day and was in a state of half-awake and half-asleep for 24 hours a day. He was living a very tiring life.

The weariness on his face made Fang Rong feel a pang of heartache, and she couldn't help but soften her heart again. It was probably because she was too soft-hearted that she repeatedly indulged Fang Hua, allowing him to continue to oppress her.

Fang Hua is like someone who lacks a sense of security. He needs to hug something and smell a familiar scent to fall asleep, otherwise he can't sleep. It's rare to see him showing such a relieved expression now.

Never mind, let him sleep.