Fang Rong buried her face in her arms, her face flushed red.
After an unknown amount of time, the two ascended to paradise together. Fang Hua behaved exceptionally well today, whereas he usually ignored her and indulged in his own pleasures. Although Fang Rong had some complaints, he couldn't say anything.
At worst, I can just masturbate to myself; it's not like I've never done it before.
He was used to it, so this sudden turn of events took him by surprise.
Afterwards, Fang Rong lay on his pillow, feeling listless and lacking energy. His injury hadn't healed yet, and it was internal. He looked fine on the outside, except that his face was a little pale.
Fang Hua hugged him from behind and used an animal hide to wipe his bottom. The hide was damp, and he carefully wiped along the curve of his buttocks, stroke by stroke.
Fang Rong closed her eyes, pretending not to know, otherwise it would be too awkward and she felt a little embarrassed.
After all, he's not a child anymore, yet Fang Hua still serves him like this.
Fortunately, Fang Hua didn't mind. When the animal hide got dirty, he would put it in a basin to rinse it, and then continue wiping it.
He was quite meticulous; he even knew to use hot water, and the blankets weren't soiled, otherwise the two of them would have had to sleep on the floor tonight.
Fang Hua seemed to really enjoy doing this and that for him quietly, patiently wiping his body, changing the hot water basin after basin, wiping from his shoulders all the way to the soles of his feet, with great patience.
Fang Rong silently enjoyed his service like a mentally challenged child, and after wiping him, she even massaged his calves.
Although he was in a coma while he was sick, he remained conscious, able to sense the outside world and hear its sounds. He knew that Fang Hua had been watching over him.
The nights in the orc world are cold. He has no body heat; all the warmth comes from Fang Hua.
Fang Hua isn't made of iron; he can't possibly maintain the state of transmitting his supernatural abilities 24 hours a day. He can feel the temperature outside fluctuating.
The cold must be because Fang Hua has no superpowers. When he has no superpowers, he will crawl into the quilt to warm Fang Rong's body. Sometimes he will use his superpowers. When he has enough, he will also warm the ground. Most of the time he has enough. There are only a few hours of cold weather during the day.
In order to protect him, Fang Hua never went too far away. There couldn't be that many stupid rabbits who could wait for him every day. So most of the time he was starving, but he didn't seem to care at all. He continued to do things his own way and put Fang Rong first.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't moved. No one would ever love him so deeply again, caring for him without complaint, worrying that he would catch a cold, warming his bed, and even acting silly to make him laugh.
When you're tired, you can lie on him; when you're thirsty, you can ask him to get you some water; when you're angry, you can hit him; when you're sad, you can yell at him. He's a must-have at home and the top choice for travel. Where else can you find a boyfriend like this?
Fang Rong lay there and thought about it carefully. She realized that she must have had a stroke of incredible luck and must have accumulated a lot of good fortune in her life.
Of course, Fang Hua must have been blind too, accidentally falling for him. And this blindness has lasted for so many years. Hopefully, his eyesight will remain poor forever, and he'll be blind for the rest of his life.
"I'm not blind," Fang Hua retorted, dissatisfied. "It's the whole world that's blind, but thankfully they're not blind, otherwise Fang Rong wouldn't be mine."
"..." This sounds like a love confession, but please don't always say love confessions in such a serious tone, like you're giving a lecture.
Fang Hua had no self-awareness whatsoever. He wrung out the animal hide, tossed it over his shoulder, and picked up the wooden basin like a waiter, walking out where the sound of splashing water could be heard.
He returned quickly, and as he came in, he casually lowered the curtain of the thatched hut to block out the wind and rain.
The nights in the orc world are too cold. If you don't make a grassy nest to rest in temporarily, you'll probably freeze to death, or at least be crippled. Especially now, it seems to be autumn, and the weather is much colder than usual, with rain falling from time to time.
When it's too damp to go any further, they set up camp. This morning, the wizard led a lot of people to gather herbs, and Fang Rong went too. The road was very slippery, and he almost fell, but luckily Fang Hua was there to support him.
The orcs also had tasks, but Fang Hua seemed to have it easy. While others spent several times more effort to catch prey, he could run fast, fly far, and find the prey's tracks from high places, making the capture particularly easy. He was always the first to complete the task.
Then they followed Fang Rong around happily, helping him pick vegetables and herbs.
It must be mentioned here that the female's job is not easy either. She has to take care of the children, cook, and take care of all the daily needs of the beastmen. In his case, Fang Hua takes care of all his daily needs, and he only needs to cook and lie down.
He couldn't make clothes, fire porcelain jars, or build wooden huts; Fang Hua did most of the work.
Fang Hua was indeed quite talented. Sometimes when he was sleeping, he would open his eyes and see Fang Hua sitting by the nest, meticulously weaving cloth.
He also planned to knit a scarf for Fang Rong, which required some skill. Fang Rong couldn't learn it no matter how hard he tried, but Fang Hua mastered the technique in no time and knitted it smoothly. He even secretly planned to give Fang Rong a surprise.
I saw it a long time ago, okay?
Fang Rong rolled her eyes and opened the quantum computer to check what she could use.
He remembered downloading a lot of wilderness survival skills before he came, including a video on building a thatched hut. It was at least somewhat useful, so it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
Fang Hua pressed down on his personal computer, "Don't always play with your personal computer."
Fang Rong had been reading for a while. Although the quantum computer could no longer connect to the internet, he had downloaded most of the novels long ago and read them every night. Indeed, his eyesight was not good, and looking at the quantum computer all the time was a burden on his body.
"It's bad for the quantum computer."
Is it bad for 'optical computers'?
(▼皿▼#), you know I hold grudges, right? Are you saying this to prepare to eat only vegetables for three days?
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