The cave was dark and damp, teeming with ants and insects that crawled from one end to the other without restraint.
A spider was weaving its web overhead, its jet-black body swaying back and forth, its eight legs hanging upside down, slowly descending with the help of its silk.
Fang Hua opened his mouth and put the spider in. The spider struggled in his mouth, but he didn't care. He chewed it casually, but after a while, he found it unpalatable and spat it out.
The spider wasn't quite dead yet; half of its body looked utterly disgusting. Fang Hua opened his mouth and spat fire, burning it completely and also baking the ground, causing the temperature inside the cave to rise sharply.
Fang Rong lay in bed, sleeping peacefully, with only her head showing. There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, and her face was flushed.
Fang Hua lay on the ground, staring at him intently, occasionally leaning over to lick him, and if he still didn't wake up, she would rub her head against him.
As usual, he would occasionally pick a couple of fruits and place them on Fang Rong's head to urge him to get up and eat.
Fang Rong looked haggard and pale, with obvious dark circles under his eyes. His heartbeat was barely audible, and he looked like he was dead. No matter how he called him, he wouldn't wake up.
Fang Hua leaned over and smelled him, only breathing a sigh of relief after confirming he was still breathing.
He thought for a moment, then transformed back into human form. He roasted the fruit over a fire until it was very soft inside, then kneaded it until it was soft, and pried open Fang Rong's lips to put it inside.
Fang Rong remained motionless, her head naturally tilting to the side and resting on Fang Hua's shoulder. Her body felt as if it had been hollowed out, completely weightless.
Fang Hua used both hands to peel off a piece of the fruit's skin, took a sip for himself first, and found it sweet and refreshing. Then he squeezed out the juice and pinched Fang Rong's chin to make him swallow it.
The fruit was about the size of a palm, and it took quite a while to feed it. A purplish-black liquid dripped from Fang Rong's lips, down her chin, and into her neck.
Fang Hua lifted his upper body, making him stand up.
Fang Rong was still asleep, his head drooping limply, revealing his long neck. Although he wasn't particularly handsome, his physique was impeccable. His long, beautiful neck and slightly protruding throat made him look much sexier than usual.
Fang Hua lowered her body and licked her way up his collarbone, finally kissing his lips and savoring the taste.
After kissing him enough, I would hold him and lie down again. At mealtimes, I would pick more fruit, mash it in a bowl, and cook it into porridge.
Luckily, there were bowls and chopsticks in the space, but I couldn't control them well when cooking. Sometimes they would burn into a dry, mushy lump with the bottom mushy.
He poured in some water and clumsily continued cooking. There was no sugar, but luckily the stuff itself was sweet and had a fruity aroma, so he added some flower petals.
Although I've never made it myself, I've seen Fang Rong do it before. It tastes pretty good and can be eaten as a snack. I take it out and feed it to her every now and then.
Sweet things are generally very nutritious. Fang Hua's pale complexion improved slightly, and one could see a hint of life in him.
Fang Hua would expend a lot of his supernatural power every day to keep him alive, and the temperature inside the cave would always remain dry. If it rained a little outside, the inside would become damp, so he would draw water from the ground to dry the ground and make Fang Rong more comfortable.
Fang Rong was like a terminally ill, vegetative patient who couldn't wake up. Occasionally, she would frown in discomfort. Fang Hua didn't know the reason, but he would patiently try one thing after another.
First, I fed him, but when I noticed his brows weren't relaxed, I switched to water. When his brows still weren't relaxed, I touched his body and found his little penis standing straight up under the blanket. So I simply picked him up and took him out to get some water.
This time it finally worked. Fang Rong's brows relaxed. Although she was still asleep and didn't wake up, like a vegetable, her face was rosy and she was sleeping peacefully.
Fang Hua couldn't understand it, but he thought it was good this way. Fang Rong would finally stop running around, and he could stay by her side all the time.
To be honest, he has never liked Fang Rong running around. It started when he was a child. He would just be about to lie down and sleep when Fang Rong would have already gone far away. He would have no choice but to chase after her. He basically didn't get a good night's sleep because of this back and forth.
Moreover, Fang Rong is very diligent and busy all day long. He is also self-disciplined and handles both work-related and external matters properly, even exceeding his targets.
Just like patrolling, checking three times a night is enough. But he's afraid something might happen, so he checks five or six times a day. Fang Hua follows him around like a shadow. Just when he's about to hold him and sleep for a while, Fang Rong starts moving on to the next place. He's always running around and never gets a moment's peace.
If Fang Rong couldn't move, that would be great.
He had been thinking about this problem for a long time.
But staying still isn't fun.
Fang Hua crawled into the quilt and used his body heat to warm Fang Rong. The outside of the quilt was warm, but the inside was cool, like wrapping a corpse in it, having lost its temperature. If he didn't use his special ability, Fang Rong would experience cold hands and feet and a chilly body.
Of course, even if you use it, you should touch his body while using it, otherwise you'll only warm the blankets but not his body.
The weather in the orc world remains unpredictable, with bright sunshine during the day and freezing cold at night.
Fang Rong's coma lasted for an unknown period of time. One day at noon, the stone outside the cave was suddenly broken open, and sunlight shone in, illuminating the cave completely.
Fang Hua narrowed his eyes, lowered his body, and made a threatening sound in his throat.
The movement of moving the stones paused, and a fox's head popped out. It turned out that the neighbor next door hadn't seen them for a long time and wanted to check if they were dead.
Fang Hua lowered his body even further, ready to attack at any moment.
The fox stepped aside, revealing the female behind him.
The female was completely wrapped in a red linen garment, her skin was wheat-colored, and her eyes were painted with red pigment, like modern eyeshadow, which looked quite striking at first glance.
"λeoiμiμξ, θaoμiθa."
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