Fang Hua was very serious, seemingly not joking at all.
Fang Rong pursed her lips and ignored him, but he was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to learn traditional Chinese medicine and the local language, otherwise it would be empty talk to stay. What kind of person could he be if he couldn't even speak properly?
"If Fang Rong really wants to learn, I can ask you to." Fang Hua hugged him from behind.
"You?" Fang Rong tilted her head and glanced at him from head to toe. "Are you sure you can do it?"
"I'm better than those cubs; I won't look down on Fang Rong." That's about it.
Fang Rong rolled his eyes, wondering why fate was so unfair to him. He was disliked in the military region and was disliked here as well. He thought being female would be an advantage, but he didn't expect the beastmen to have such heavy tastes.
Surprisingly, he likes dark-skinned, muscular men, but not normal people with well-proportioned bodies like him.
Speaking of which, when that fire dragon kidnapped him, he thought he was so cool. Turns out, it was just another blind dragon that didn't see him clearly before carrying him away.
Fang Rong was devastated. Fortunately, he already had Fang Hua, so he never thought about cheating on his wife and finding someone else. However, he was always rejected, which made him feel that he was not good enough for Fang Hua. Whenever he had this thought, he would desperately study new skills.
If you're not good-looking, make up for it with talent.
There is a kind of beauty called inner beauty; if you are outstanding enough, you will also be loved and liked by others.
Fang Rong pointed to the makeshift grass nest above her head, "What's this called?"
“iλiμkπe.” In animal language, iλiμkπe means “I love you.”
“iλ……iμk……πe?” Fang Rong was not very familiar with the pronunciation.
"Um."
“iλiμkπe.” I love you.
"Um."
“iλiμkπe.” I love you.
"Um."
“iλiμkπe.” I love you.
"Um."
Fang Rong read it over and over again, and after confirming that she could read it fluently, she changed to another one, "How about this one?"
He was referring to the blanket.
"This is λeμiπkμai." It means "I love you so much."
“λeμiπk……μai?” I love you so much.
"Um."
“λeμi……πkμai.” I love you so much.
"Um."
“λeμiπkμai.” I love you so much.
"Um."
“λeμiπkμai.” I love you so much.
"Um."
Fang Rong read it more and more fluently, and gradually she stopped pausing and could finish reading it in one go.
He changed the object again, this time pointing to a bowl. "What's this called?"
“νπiμkπkθeπkμ.” Let’s go to bed together, I miss you.
“νπiμ……kπk……θeπ……kμ?” This is a bit long. It's just a bowl. Is there some other elegant name for it?
Just like some novels, some texts describe a bowl as a simple bowl, while others prefer to say a pear blossom and apricot wood bowl. He guessed that this νπiμkπkθeπkμ was probably a verbose adjective.
"Um."
“νπiμ……kπkθeπkμ.” Let’s go to bed together, I miss you.
He spoke with a serious expression, as if reciting words, completely unaware of their meaning, and recited them with great enthusiasm.
“νπiμkπkθeπkμ.” Let’s go to bed together, I miss you.
"Mm." Fang Hua nodded. "I understand. I miss you too."
He had been holding back for so long, but he finally couldn't hold back any longer, and his eyes gleamed as he stared at Fang Rong.
"What?" Fang Rong asked, confused.
Bang!
Fang Hua tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the blanket and gently touching him.
Fang Rong instinctively struggled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Fang Rong is so cute today." Fang Hua held his wrist and lowered his head to kiss Fang Rong's lips.
He rarely says sweet words, and when he does, it's always so serious that it doesn't feel like he's saying anything romantic. Instead, it's more like he's diligently completing homework assigned by a teacher.
"You..." Actually, Fang Rong hadn't done it for a while. Although he didn't actively think about it, Fang Hua kept flirting with him, making him itchy and restless.
This time, I might as well take the opportunity to do my best. To be honest, I've been sick for so long, living like an ascetic every day. I haven't even masturbated, and I've long forgotten the joy of it.
Fang Rong blushed and passively accepted, "Turn over, not face up."
Fang Hua kept staring at him, which made him feel quite embarrassed.
"No." Fang Hua quite liked it this way, "because I can see Fang Rong's expression."
"That's exactly why we need to turn things around," Fang Rong roared inwardly. "You're staring at me? What am I staring at?"
"You're watching me too," Fang Hua replied matter-of-factly.
"If you keep eavesdropping on what I'm thinking, I won't do it."
"Then I won't listen."
What am I thinking right now?
"I can't hear you."
"You've learned your lesson," Fang Rong said approvingly, looking at him. "Turn over."
"Let's do it a little longer." Fang Hua squinted her eyes and lay on him as if enjoying herself.
"I'm not doing it anymore." Fang Rong looked at him threateningly.
"You've turned over." Fang Hua quickly moved his legs and turned him over. Fang Rong didn't even have time to react before he felt a pain in his buttocks and was already turned over.
He lay on the blanket, propped up on his arms, his lower abdomen almost touching the sheet, but Fang Hua held him firmly, keeping him suspended in mid-air.
Fang Rong reached down to touch his lower body, trying to comfort himself. As soon as he touched it, Fang Hua grabbed his hand and began to move it up and down rhythmically.
"You don't need to worry about me, just do your own thing." Fang Rong felt a jolt and almost ejaculated.
"Little Fang Rong is being naughty." Fang Hua pulled his hand away, covered it with her own, and comforted him.
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