As the night deepened and all was quiet, Fang Rong's head grew heavier and heavier with each thought, until he finally drifted off to sleep. He was an honest man after all, working nine to five and always unable to stay up past the hour; today was an exception.

The next morning, Fang Hua found the sheets already laid out and was sleeping obediently in the corner. If it weren't for the things he did last night, she would have thought it was just a hallucination. Her back was still a little sore today.

Actually, it hurts every day. I was used to it and thought it was because I worked too much during the day. I never expected it was this kid's doing.

"Ouch, my back hurts so much." Fang Rong clutched her back, feigning pain.

Fang Hua, who was sleeping next to him, twitched his ears, but pretended not to hear and continued to pretend to be asleep.

Fang Rong found it amusing and kicked him, saying, "Give me a massage."

Upon hearing about the massage, Fang Hua immediately got up and massaged his lower back. His lower back was sore from excessive exercise the night before. Fang Hua first pressed down gently, then slowly applied more pressure. He didn't know where he learned this technique, but it felt quite comfortable.

Fang Rong enjoyed herself for a while before getting up to cook. Since two people needed to go to school, Fang Hua and Guo Guo, the boss and his wife would also get up to help escort Guo Guo, so they would basically eat together.

After the meal, he walked Fang Hua home, while the landlady drove Guo Guo home – such different treatment!

Fang Hua was puzzled the whole way, "You're not angry with me anymore?"

"Angry." Actually, she wasn't angry anymore, but saying it made Fang Hua take it seriously. Even if they were really going to play, they had to make sure it was all over before they came back.

"Oh." Fang Hua was a little disappointed. He squeezed through the crowd with his bag and got on the bus. He waved to him as the door closed.

Once he left, Fang Rong's life revolved around the arena again. However, since he was working at someone else's house, it wasn't good to slack off during work hours. Fortunately, the boss was understanding and felt that he had worked hard doing two jobs at once, so he gave him a day off to rest at home.

Fang Rong was used to being busy, so she felt a little unaccustomed to taking a break and always felt that something was missing.

Yesterday, Fang Hua did all the housework, washing and mopping as needed, and was incredibly self-disciplined.

The sheets dried overnight because of the heat, and he didn't even know when they were changed in the morning; he was sleeping so soundly.

Fang Rong turned on the humidifier, took out his helmet, and went onto the Supreme Arena. He always felt that the leveling speed of his own account couldn't keep up with his actual speed, since he had many things he could use.

Sand, wind, water, fire—anything around us, dead or alive, can be used. Even the bricks underfoot can be dismantled one by one, though it consumes a lot of resources.

He thought about it and decided to call Fang Hua's number, just in time to see if he had said anything bad about him.

He logged into Fang Hua's account and, after not visiting for a long time, discovered that he had a new friend on his friend list named "Mind Reader".

The two had quite a lot of chat history, more than a dozen pages long, and Fang Rong started flipping through it from the first page.

The one who spoke first was the mind reader, saying, "I'm a mind reader, and I'm a great listener. You can tell me any of your troubles."

At first, Fang Hua ignored him, but later she couldn't resist his persistent pestering.

"Any relationship problems you have, or anything you don't understand, you can ask me. I've been through a lot."

"I also know that you like Fang Rong."

Of course, the ID is obvious.

"I know Fang Rong."

You're kidding me. How come I don't know you know me?

“We have a good relationship. He likes to talk to me about everything. I know him very well.”

You don't even know me, you're so shameless.

"He's been having relationship problems lately, don't you want to know?"

He guessed right, but it's already been resolved. What a liar.

Fang Hua seemed to be persuaded by him, "Really?"

You idiot, of course it's fake.

Mind reading, "of course it's true."

"Then tell me," Fang Rong said.

You're so stupid! You fell for that. I've been right under your nose every day and you've never asked me directly. Men's hearts are unfathomable!

Then the two started chatting, and the conversation became more and more enjoyable. During the conversation, Fang Hua could be seen asking him many questions, such as, "What kind of men does Fang Rong like?"

"I like clean, pretty women who can do housework."

“…Then I’m doomed.” Fang Rong said, “I’m not pretty, I’m not clean, and I can’t do housework.”

She fits the last two criteria: she needs someone to hold her down while she takes a bath, and it's true she can't do housework, but not being pretty is definitely an understatement.

But how could Fang Hua be modest? Did he always think he wasn't pretty?

It's possible that every time they're together, Fang Hua will say, "You're good-looking, but I'm not."

His is clearly better looking.

Is there a generation gap between the two?

It's hard to say, since human and orc aesthetics are different. Orcs are tough and strong, and they value strength. According to their aesthetics, the taller and stronger they are, the better they look.

Fang Hua suffered from malnutrition as a child, and her body did not develop properly. She looked thin and frail, and was a typical female.

Moreover, he's not tall. Considering that all orcs are two meters tall, his height is indeed not impressive, so it's understandable that he feels inferior.

As expected, the mind reader comforted him, saying, "Don't think so much; there are plenty of fish in the sea."

Fang Hua ignored him.

Every time someone tries to read your mind and tells you to give up or find someone else, I immediately block them.

Then every time he mentioned himself, Fang Hua would eagerly come over.

Fang Rong blushed slightly when she noticed this detail.

However, this mind-reading ability is too evil. It corrupts Fang Hua in various ways, suggesting that if he can't handle something, he should force himself on him. What's the point of saying so much nonsense?

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