He didn't know how much time had passed when he felt someone move his body and wipe him down his neck with a wet wipe.

What's going on?

Fang Rong was completely disoriented; wasn't she dizzy?

Why didn't anyone kill him?

Would the enemy be this gentle?

A faint fragrance filled the air, and Fang Hua's voice rang out, "Fang Rong."

Huh?

Fang Rong was somewhat surprised. Fang Hua was still there?

If there really were an enemy, how could this guy be talking so calmly? He must be the one who did it.

What's he doing?

They drugged both of them, just to wipe his body?

Moreover, her technique was not yet refined. She was half-dizzy and half-conscious. Fang Rong only felt weak all over and couldn't open her eyes, but she was still conscious and could think normally.

So where did Fang Hua get this superpower? He had only encountered this kind of superpower once before, when he was almost photographed. The other person covered his mouth and nose with a towel, and the scent was exactly the same as the one Fang Hua was using now.

The dosage was a bit too concentrated. Last time, he might have been exposed to the air for too long, so it wasn't very powerful. He didn't lose his ability to open his eyes.

Perhaps the other party wanted to see him embarrassed, so they deliberately used a small dose.

He didn't know what the enemy was thinking, but how did Fang Hua obtain this superpower?

He wouldn't go back and kill them, would he?

He was jokingly referring to the Great Sage, saying that if anyone should be attacked, it should be the Great Sage, and besides, this place is so far from the city, it would take more than one night to travel back and forth.

Even if Fang Hua is fast, he can't possibly return in just one day and one night.

He was quite curious about where Fang Hua had gone.

This guy has never been angry, but when he does get angry, he's kind of scary.

The arm was carefully picked up, and the ropes and planks on it were removed.

A surge of heat entered his body from the point of contact, his arm changed, and the pain slowly disappeared. Fang Rong's whole body cheered.

The blood being treated is boiling! Quack doctor, stop!

If you don't stop, they'll start fighting!

Fang Hua didn't seem to have any intention of stopping. He probably felt that the more supernatural abilities he used, the better Fang Rong's condition would be, so...

Fang Rong really got up.

He was completely naked, which was immediately obvious, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Fang Hua watched as if nothing was wrong, and only stopped when she felt it was about time. Then she took a cotton swab, moistened it with water, and wiped his genitals.

The meticulousness is like that of Fang Rong when he was carving, where every stroke is incredibly precise.

Honestly, what's so interesting about that place?

He couldn't understand why Fang Hua liked him so much, and would secretly look at his body every few days, like searching for treasure.

It's not like we haven't seen this before; you're so pathetic.

Fang Rong felt her face burning and regained sensation in her body; it seemed she could open her eyes.

The towel was put down, and Fang Hua remained silent, seemingly doing nothing.

Fang Rong opened her eyes and saw that he was sitting under the electric baton.

Then, by the light of the lamp, she threaded a needle, holding a piece of cloth cut into a shape that looked like a small human figure.

Could it be that she's making clothes for him?

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong propped herself up and folded up the extra towel, leaning it against her back.

Fang Hua's eyes lit up. "I'm making clothes for you."

He unfolded the clothes in his hand. "Look, I was going to embroider two words, but I missed embroidering one letter. I've already added it below."

"You moved so quickly?" When did this happen?

It only turned back into human form yesterday and then ran away. Today, it already has two letters embroidered on one flower?

Wasn't she angry yesterday, and instead went to embroider and make clothes for him?

"I started embroidering yesterday."

As expected, she started embroidering it yesterday. Fang Hua found it quite easy to sew. "It'll be finished soon."

He cut a pair of oversized shorts, like beach shorts, and held them up to Fang Rong's waist, saying, "They'll definitely fit."

He added a few more stitches, making the sewing rather rough, and then turned it inside out into a pair of shorts.

"It's ready." Fang Hua opened his shorts and let him stick his legs in to try.

"I can do it myself." Fang Rong stood up and pulled up the corner of her pants.

"I'll put it on you." Fang Hua used two fingers to prop up the shorts, and with his other hand, he pinched Fang Rong's calf and forcefully stuffed it into the shorts.

Once he had both legs inside, he pulled up the pants and dragged Fang Rong up.

Fang Rong grabbed his fingers to keep from falling. "Is this how you serve me?"

The inside of those pants isn't sewn well; the edges are a bit stiff and will rub against your skin. "Remake it, remake it; the inside isn't sewn properly."

"Oh." Fang Hua grabbed his body, lifting his lower body off the ground, and took off his pants.

Fang Rong has become completely smooth again.

He covered his genitals and, somewhat embarrassed, burrowed into the towel.

A towel is perfect as a blanket for him; he can even roll around in it.

Fang Hua sat in front of the wooden board and, by the light of the lamp, took the pants apart and then sewed them back together. This time it took him more time, probably because he was putting more effort into it.

The dim lighting made Fang Hua's face look like it was plated with gold, sparkling brightly.

I have to say, this guy is absolutely handsome. I've missed him a couple of days since I last saw him, especially when he's quiet and doesn't do anything silly. He's just perfect.

Fang Rong poked her head out to look at him, "Why did you knock Feitian unconscious?"

"He keeps staring at you."

puff!

Fang Rong laughed, "He lost his family at a young age, so he probably sees me as his father."

"No, he didn't." Fang Hua stretched out the line. "I saw him touching you when I came in."

"Touching me?" Fang Rong suddenly remembered waking up in the middle of the night and feeling someone stroking his back along his lines. At first, he thought it was Fang Hua, but he didn't expect it to be Fei Tian. "What can a little kid like him do to me?"

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