Fortunately, the cashiers were all high-quality robot replicas, so they didn't find him annoying. Instead, they waited patiently. "Sir, would you like to swipe your card?"

Fang Hua was taken aback. "How do I swipe it?"

"Please extend your right hand."

Fang Hua did as instructed. His hands were long and fair, but looked delicate and weak, like those of a scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken, not at all like the hands of a mutant.

The cashier grabbed his hand, turned it over, and swiped his wrist with a scanner. The screen immediately displayed that the card had been swiped successfully.

It's that simple?

Fang Hua belatedly realized that this thing was quite convenient, much better than carrying loose change with him.

But how could there be money inside?

He thought about it and guessed that Fang Rong must have given it to him because she didn't trust him. Fang Rong was always very considerate and would think things through and make two preparations.

Fang Hua's lips curled up in a satisfied smile, like a fox who had just stolen some fish, looking languid.

He wasted a lot of time buying groceries, and it's already 10:30 pm. It took him about 20 minutes to get back, which means it's about 11 pm now.

Because he forgot his keys, he sat at the door for a while, patiently waiting for Fang Rong to wake up and open the door for him. Fortunately, a passerby couldn't bear to see him like that and told him that the computer could recognize his identity and open the door.

Fang Hua then walked in. His grocery shopping trip had been quite eventful, but he felt a great sense of accomplishment when he returned. He had solved such a big 'problem'. Since this work was so arduous, he decided not to let Fang Rong do it anymore and would do it himself.

This way, Fang Rong can relax a bit.

There was no sound from inside the house, and all the lights were off. Fang Rong was nowhere to be found. Fang Hua put the groceries in the kitchen and tiptoed into the bedroom. Sure enough, Fang Rong was inside.

Lying in bed, breathing evenly, I slept peacefully. After a day of tidying up, mopping and wiping, my back was almost broken, so it seemed reasonable that I fell asleep so quickly.

Fang Hua slowed his pace, walked over gently, and sat down quietly on the edge of the bed.

He quite enjoyed watching Fang Rong quietly like this, he could watch her for a whole day, keeping watch over her, and keeping watch over her...

I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning...

...

If he hadn't been so hungry, he probably would have kept staring at it until the next day. Of course, because he was so hungry, he went to the kitchen. There was a bottle of milk in the refrigerator, which Fang Rong had specially put there because she knew his preferences. He opened the bottle and gulped it down in a few gulps. It could have lasted a week, but he finished it all at once. Fang Rong is so strict with his appetite, she shouldn't be angry, right?

He thought about it and decided to do something to prevent Fang Rong from getting really angry.

He decided to wash the vegetables, taking out the ones he had bought that day and washing them.

Washing the meat was simple; he just rinsed it under the tap. However, the oil on it smeared all over his hands, making it look disgusting. Fang Hua shook the water off the meat.

*Thud!* The meat fell and crashed to the ground.

...

If you pick it up, you can probably still eat it?

The wood ear mushrooms were quite troublesome to wash. They were pitted and covered in black bits, making them look very dirty. Fang Hua tried to pick at them with his fingernail and found that he could remove them. So he worked even harder and peeled off the entire outer layer of black bits.

Because the area was quite large and difficult to handle, he simply removed the part that looked like both an umbrella and an ear and threw it into the trash can.

As he washed the basket of wood ear mushrooms, only about one plate remained. The white roots, which he had washed until they were plump and white, were particularly noticeable.

Fang Rong will definitely praise me for being diligent tomorrow.

Fang Hua was particularly looking forward to it.

He took out the shrimp he had bought. The shrimp were still alive. As soon as they were released, they kept jumping around and having a great time. Soon, the shrimp in the tank were all gone. Fang Hua couldn't even cover them up. So he spent the whole night catching shrimp.

He's a natural slowpoke and can't keep up with the shrimp's speed. Often, he'll squat down on one side and the shrimp will have already jumped away on the other.

Later, he learned to be smarter and waited until the shrimp could no longer jump before catching them. Unexpectedly, the shrimp were quite clever; they would quiet down and conserve their energy if he didn't catch them, and would start jumping around again as soon as he caught them.

After he finished grabbing all the vegetables, he wiped away a cold sweat, realizing how hard it was to wash them.

No wonder Fang Rong has to get up so early every day to cook; it turns out that just washing vegetables takes up so much time. From now on, I'll have to prepare half a day in advance.

Fang Hua silently wrote it down, put the prepared vegetables into the refrigerator, and returned to Fang Rong's room exhausted. He then lifted the covers and lay down inside.

As was his habit, he lay on Fang Rong's body, resting his chin on his chest. He was getting bigger and bigger, and his weight was unusual, to the point that Fang Rong could hardly bear it. So as soon as he lay down, Fang Rong pushed him away uncomfortably.

After all, the bed they were on was a single bed, which couldn't support the weight of two people, and another person was shamelessly trying to climb up.

The bed made a creaking sound, quite noticeable, especially at night when it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The person who built this dormitory probably never considered that orcs would be so dependent on their companions that they couldn't sleep if they weren't sleeping together, so they never thought of making a double bed.

Half-asleep, Fang Rong seemed to still have some consciousness. "The bed is too small, go sleep in your room."

Fang Hua was slightly taken aback, then obediently went to his room to sleep. After a while, he suddenly brought the bed over, but unfortunately, the bed got stuck in the doorway.

The two bedrooms are much larger and much smaller because the occupants are different. The designer considered that the test subjects liked to transform into beastmen and move around, which was the most comfortable for them. Always being in human form is like wearing a small piece of clothing; it's wearable, but restrictive.

Fang Hua was different. He preferred to be human rather than beastman, so he could snuggle in Fang Rong's arms.

When he was younger, it was easy for him to shrink, but now that he's grown bigger, Fang Rong is becoming more and more resistant to him, and it's harder for him to shrink.

He was a little sad because there were fewer and fewer opportunities to sleep together, so he had to create his own space by moving the bed over so that there would be enough room for both of them.

Moreover, his bed was much bigger than Fang Rong's; he could roll around on it without any problem.

However, he certainly didn't consider one thing: his door was a size too big, and he could easily squeeze through it, while Fang Rong's door, designed according to human height, couldn't fit his bed. He couldn't squeeze in either horizontally or vertically, and instead made a loud friction sound that startled Fang Rong awake.

"What are you doing?"

A huge creature tried to squeeze in, but couldn't get in. Fang Hua, feeling a little aggrieved, poked her head out from behind and said, "I want to sleep with you."

He paused, then added, "Otherwise I won't be able to sleep."