Fang Rong was no exception. He quickly went upstairs, covered himself with a blanket, and went to sleep.

I was thinking of baking some bread or something, but now I'm not in the mood for it at all.

Fang Rong suddenly stood up, took out his helmet and put it on. He fought a few matches on the Supreme Arena, and when he took it off, Fang Hua had already arrived in the room and hugged him from behind.

"I was wrong." Fang Hua admitted her mistake sincerely. "Don't be angry, I don't want it anymore."

"So where did you put your hands?"

"I just want to touch it," Fang Hua said, sounding a little aggrieved. "Can't I even touch it?"

What do you think?

"Then I'll take my hand away." He was about to remove it when Fang Rong grabbed him again. "Why do you think I'd be angry?"

"Because I didn't help you?"

"Help me with what?"

"I'll help you get bigger." Fang Hua grasped his hand in return.

"You still don't understand? It's not about getting bigger or smaller, it's about danger. Do you think I was able to protect myself back then?" Fang Rong's tone was somewhat sharp. "Let me tell you the truth, that night you didn't help me, I went to deal with those twins myself, and I almost lost my life. You almost didn't see me, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Fang Hua hugged him even tighter. "I will be obedient from now on."

"You always say that, but what do you actually do?"

"I thought that keeping you locked up would make things alright." Fang Hua's voice was choked with emotion.

"What are you crying for? I'm the one who should be crying!" Fang Rong yelled at him.

"Okay, don't cry." Fang Hua immediately stopped crying. "I'll listen to you."

Fang Rong shook her head and sprawled out on the bed. "If you want to do it, then do it."

"I'm not doing it anymore." Fang Hua was quite obedient this time, hugging him and kissing him all over. "I just want a hug."

"..." What's the difference between a hug and sex?

Love sometimes involves arguments and mutual tolerance. You have your flaws, and I have my strengths. Fang Hua's immaturity is a flaw, while Fang Rong's self-awareness is a strength.

The two have supported each other to get to where they are today. Their relationship is hard-won. Sometimes, when he thinks about how Fang Hua always rushes to his aid whenever danger comes, protecting him from the wind and rain, he can't bring himself to be angry.

As human beings, there are always things we can't take care of. Fang Hua is also human, so naturally there are things he can't take care of either.

The darkness was still, and Fang Hua held his chest tightly as the light flickered.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong asked casually without opening his eyes.

"It's nothing." The light shifted, no longer shining on him. Fang Hua was actually playing with his personal computer in the middle of the night.

Didn't he give his personal computer to that old man when he was in the slums?

When was it found?

Fang Rong opened his eyes and saw that the screen showed his nude photo, a large-scale version, especially between his legs, which was clearly visible.

"Fang Hua, you're asking for death!" Fang Rong roared and tried to snatch his personal terminal.

"Don't delete it, I just want to take a look." Fang Hua hurriedly covered it.

"Isn't it enough to see it every day?" Fang Rong persisted, reaching out to wrestle with him.

"I don't check it every day; it's a new quantum computer I just got," Fang Hua argued.

"Then delete this, and I'll take it off and show it to you," Fang Rong tempted.

"Really?" Fang Hua's eyes lit up.

"Of course it's true. When have I ever gone back on my word?" I'll settle the score with you after you delete it.

"Then I'll delete it, but you have to let me see it." Fang Hua quickly clicked delete, then excitedly leaned on him. "Can I see it now?"

How many are left?

"I only found this one." That day, he deleted everything about Fang Rong, but this one was saved because it was on the Supreme Arena CD.

"Really?" Fang Rong checked his personal terminal and found that it was indeed gone.

What is my phone number?

Fang Hua answered instinctively, his expression still a little bewildered.

"Hmm, not bad." Fang Rong had only wanted to test him on a whim, but he hadn't expected him to answer all the questions correctly.

What kind of underwear did I wear yesterday?

“It’s black. Don’t change the subject. I want to see.” Fang Hua reached out and pried open his legs.

"You wish!" Fang Rong yelled, pulling her legs together to prevent him from prying them open.

Damn it, they found out even like that. Fang Hua is getting harder and harder to fool.

Fang Hua loved his body the most; she could look at it for a long time and never get tired of staring at it all day. Fang Rong was almost getting sleepy from his gaze.

Just like how practice makes perfect, Fang Rong used to blush with embarrassment, but now she can only yawn at most, and it doesn't even stop her from blushing.

Fang Hua seemed to think that the angle wasn't clear enough, so he flipped him over and looked at him from behind.

This pose is quite convenient even without looking at the face, of course, if you ignore Fang Hua's hand touching her.

This guy appears respectable on the surface, but he's actually quite cunning and has a history of feigning madness. He often takes advantage of Fang Rong's sympathy to commit crimes.

Touching each other today, kissing each other tomorrow, and going to bed together the day after tomorrow.

Fang Ren endured it again and again, but Fang Hua still hadn't made up his mind and seemed to have the urge to go on stage. Of course, he wasn't stupid; there was training tomorrow, and he wouldn't let him go on stage today no matter what.

"Don't disrupt my training tomorrow. It's late, I need to sleep."

"Oh." Fang Hua kissed his back. "Go to sleep, I'll watch you sleep."

"You're crazy." Fang Rong rolled her eyes at him, then pulled the blanket over herself and covered herself up completely.

Fang Hua let out a soft moan and hugged him tightly, rubbing against him and clinging to him, saying, "I haven't seen enough yet."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Is there still a chance tomorrow?

Fang Hua calmed down and held him in her arms for a good night's sleep.

This place is a quiet oasis in the bustling city. Because of the well-chosen angle and the sound-absorbing pillars planted all around, the sound is absorbed by the bamboo, so very little sound reaches the room.

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