Fang Rong finished sewing the animal hide, shook it, and beckoned Fang Hua to come in.
Fang Hua walked over with elegant cat-like steps, head held high, and looked at what he was holding. Without saying a word, she turned and ran away, looking like a little devil who had seen the King of Hell.
Fang Rong gritted her teeth, "You come back here right now."
He ran after him, and Fang Hua ran ahead, occasionally sitting down to wait for him. Fang Rong was in poor health and moved very slowly. Sometimes he had to squat down to catch his breath. In the end, he couldn't run anymore and leaned against a tree to catch his breath.
Fang Hua had already run far away, but then turned back and nestled beside him, her cat face very close to his, occasionally sniffing his face.
Fang Rong coughed twice, then reached out and grabbed his tail. "Are you going to run or not? Just try it, it's not like I'm going to kill you."
Fang Hua's tail was incredibly sensitive, and it went limp against him, obediently transforming into human form and stretching out its legs for Fang Rong to dress it.
His legs were long and slender, and even when bent, they didn't look short, but he was clumsy and awkwardly put them on.
It fits perfectly; I don't even need to wear a belt.
However, he was completely naked except for an animal skin, which looked like lingerie, as if he were deliberately trying to seduce someone.
Fang Rong laughed heartily, hugging his neck so tightly she couldn't straighten up. Fang Hua quickly took off his clothes after trying them on, stretched out his hands, pressed them to the ground, and transformed back into the shape of a big cat.
With a powerful twist of its tail, it carried Fang Rong onto its back, then wrapped its arms around his head and led him back into the cave.
Fang Rong affectionately rubbed his big head and held him all night long, like a newborn baby in dire need of maternal love.
Humans are truly a strange species. Yesterday they were running around energetically chasing after him, but today they can't even get up.
Fang Hua picked two fruits, bit them with his teeth, and placed them next to Fang Rong. He then nudged Fang Rong with his nose. Fang Rong's face was pale, and his arms hung limply at his sides, as if he were dead, quiet and silent.
Fang Hua didn't urge him. As usual, she lay down beside him, using her tail to swat away mosquitoes. When there were no mosquitoes, she would wrap her tail around his ankle and hug him tightly.
The nights here are so cold; we have to huddle together to keep warm.
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