However, this is very time-consuming and requires consideration of various factors. Most people don't have the patience to do it, so Fang Rong can only rely on her brainpower.

He is not yet as adaptable and capable as Fang Hua.

Time flies in the virtual machine. He had only played five games when it was already 1 a.m. He wondered if Fang Hua had returned yet.

If he saw me lying on the bed with my legs wide open, he would definitely get excited again.

Fang Rong withdrew from the game. He had been extremely exhausted and mentally drained after fighting five matches. He had filled stacks of notes and written down his combat experience.

It has to be said that real combat is a real test of one's abilities. Fighting in the ring again feels like child's play, as if it were a different world.

My mindset has changed.

It seems I need to go out and practice more in the future.

The helmet wasn't breathable, and he was covered in sweat when he came out. Luckily, Fang Hua hadn't come back, and no one was watching him with his bare bottom exposed.

Fang Rong stood up, holding onto the edge of the bed, wrapped a towel around her waist, and carried a washbasin to take a bath.

I have to say this helmet is poorly designed; it doesn't cover the head at all, and the hair is soaked through inside, like it's been pulled out of the water.

It would be great if this could be improved, but it seems unlikely. The helmet is specifically designed to scan mental energy; if the top of the head is missing, it can't be scanned.

The humidifier was on inside, and ice blocks were placed around the room, so it wasn't too hot. But once I stepped outside, I realized it was like a sauna, so hot it felt like I was being roasted alive. I didn't even hesitate to go outside.

Fang Rong squeezed into the bathroom, which was stuffy again. He turned on the cold water and rinsed himself. Luckily, the water was groundwater, which was cool and refreshing.

The hair washing didn't go smoothly; she squeezed out a dollop of shampoo, but half of it fell out. Knowing Fang Rong's personality, she would definitely bend down and pick it back up.

He was injured in the back today and couldn't bend over properly. He tried to bend over a few times but couldn't, and he even strained his back, falling to the ground with a crack. His butt hurt terribly.

hiss!

He gasped, sat on the ground for a long time, unable to recover, and then wiped his buttocks, which were bleeding again.

This is truly a case of "no pain, no gain." Why did they have to go to the Supreme Arena for no reason? If they hadn't gone to the Supreme Arena, they wouldn't have been sweating so much, and without sweating so much, they wouldn't have been able to take a bath.

The problem was that he shouldn't have picked up the shampoo, but it's such a pity that most of it was lost. If he could turn back time, he probably would still have endured the pain to pick up the shampoo.

...

So, does he deserve it?

The water was still flowing gurglingly. Fang Rong changed her position, trying to keep her bottom from touching the ground, and prepared to get up later.

He was calm this time. It wasn't the first time he'd seen blood. He had experience. Even if it looked serious, the wound wasn't that big once you wiped it clean.

Considering environmental concerns, Fang Rong stretched out his arm with difficulty to reach the faucet switch, but he clearly overestimated the length of his arm. The faucet switch was halfway up, hanging high, and he still couldn't reach it.

Fang Rong persevered, leaping into the air to reach it. Although she still couldn't reach it, she was very close, within reach.

The door suddenly moved, startling him. He let go and fell down, landing on his backside.

...

Fang Hua stood at the door, looking completely bewildered.

"How did you get in?" Fang Rong was also dumbfounded. The tap was still running, and he was sitting under it, his face covered in water. He couldn't even open his eyes and had to tilt his head to get a sliver of light through them.

Fang Hua shook the doorknob. "I saw you weren't in the room, and in my haste, I broke it."

He's incredibly strong; he could easily dismantle a door handle, or even the entire house.

What are you doing lying on the ground?

Is there even a question? It's obvious she fell.

"I appreciate the scenery." From this angle, Fang Hua's eyes are rolled back, his nostrils pointing skyward, and he's shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Never let him lean against me and look up again. It's such an unsightly angle. Even someone as beautiful as Fang Hua looks like this. He's not good-looking to begin with, and looking up like that makes him look like a big, burly man picking his nose.

"Oh." Fang Hua obediently squatted down and helped him stand up, without pointing out his embarrassment. That was really good.

Although this kid is stupid and dumb in some ways, which is frustrating, his ability to play dumb is extraordinary.

Fang Hua picked him up and started to leave, but Fang Rong quickly called out to him, "I haven't washed my hair yet."

"Oh." Fang Hua placed him on the sink again. "I'll help you wash."

"Alright." It's good to enjoy Fang Hua's service. He's been getting more and more considerate lately, and he even knows how to take care of people.

hiss!

Fang Rong felt a sharp pain in his buttocks as a hand slid down to his bottom. "Weren't we washing your hair? Why are you touching my butt?"

"You're bleeding again, let's wash it." Fang Rong solemnly filled a glass with water to rinse him, her movements were proper, she didn't touch or insert anything inappropriately, she seemed very serious.

They splashed water on his buttocks again and again.

"You've been washing your hair for over ten minutes and you still dare to say it's just a wash?" Fang Rong kicked him. "Hurry up and finish washing your hair so you can go back to sleep."

"Okay." Fang Hua agreed. "Lie down, I'll wash your hair."

The sink is quite large; a grown man could easily lie down there, but you'd have to tuck your legs in.

Fang Rong injured her buttocks, so lying on her back with her legs tucked in allowed her to use her feet for support, making it easier on her buttocks.

This wasn't the first time Fang Hua had his hair washed, but usually Fang Rong would wash it for him. However, lately, it had become Fang Hua washing his hair all the time.

He always finds various excuses to come up to her, taking advantage of her and being incredibly lecherous. But there are plenty of women who are prettier than him. Take that lizard woman, for example; she's stunningly beautiful, especially her eyes, which have a captivating power that would make most people lose their composure.

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