Fang Hua, you just wait! How dare you lie to me?
You don't even need to guess what he's saying; it's probably vulgar language. Otherwise, the bazaar wouldn't have changed his expression so drastically every time, and that male wouldn't have suddenly changed gender.
That's the gesture for making an offer!
Fang Rong grew angrier the more she thought about it. Recalling how she had recently said similar things to many people in her broken local language, she broke out in a cold sweat. It was a miracle that she was still alive and hadn't been beaten to death.
Actually, it's because people treat him like a female that they are somewhat tolerant and don't stoop to his level; otherwise, he would have been beaten to death and his corpse whipped long ago.
Fang Hua ruined him. No wonder he doesn't have a single friend. Who would dare to be friends with him? He's always making suggestive remarks, like "I like you" or "Let's sleep together." Who would dare to be friends with him?
Fang Rong walked quickly and soon shook off Baza. Halfway there, she suddenly stopped. She had forgotten to ask Baza what he had said. What if he had wronged Fang Hua?
Although Fang Hua is usually unreliable, he won't let you down when it matters, and he probably doesn't have the guts to do anything too big.
Why not give him another chance and see what he has to say?
Fang Rong made up her mind and didn't help Fang Hua pack up. She went back to the tribe's temporary camp by herself, cooked a few dishes and put them on the table. She was told that the tactic of "courtesy first, then force" was very effective.
Because his cooking was so delicious, Fang Hua quickly sold out all his food, and also sold some wine and a lot of honey.
Before leaving, they praised the food, saying they would come again next time, and that the woman was very virtuous.
Fang Hua revealed a simple and honest smile, (*︶*), looking completely satisfied.
He had no space, so he carried the huge tools all the way back, and he could smell the aroma from a long distance away.
"It smells so good~" This guy started to get carried away again. Without saying a word, he put down his things and went into the thatched hut. There was no fire in the hut, and Fang Hua's attention was focused on the table. He didn't even see Fang Rong.
Fang Rong sat in bed, observing coldly.
There were about three or four dishes on the table, each covered with a bowl, and the surface was still warm, obviously they had just been cooked.
Fang Hua lifted the lid of the bowl, revealing a green vegetable inside. He didn't like green vegetables, so he lifted the lid of another bowl, which also contained green vegetables.
He flipped over three or four in a row, and they were all vegetables. This guy was quick-witted and immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly knelt in the corner with an expression that said, "I was wrong."
Fang Rong was amused by his reaction, "Why are you kneeling like that?"
He pretended not to understand and tried his best not to think about it, otherwise Fang Hua would find out in no time.
"I was wrong." Fang Hua admitted his mistake with a good attitude.
He's the type who'll kneel down on his own before you even have to punish him.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know." The guy looked completely bewildered.
"Hmm?" Fang Rong drawled out the sound.
Fang Hua thought about it carefully, "I shouldn't have beaten him up and then forced him to buy things."
This is quite rare; Fang Rong didn't know that yet. But then she suddenly remembered the three bruised and swollen-faced men she saw when she was selling wine today.
"Anything else?"
Fang Hua thought about it again and realized, "I shouldn't have hidden away the rabbit meat I like to eat instead of selling it to myself."
(▼皿▼#), “Continue.”
"I knocked Fang Rong unconscious yesterday and took her twice more." Fang Hua secretly glanced at his expression.
Fang Rong's face darkened further, but she forced herself to continue asking, "What else are you hiding from me?"
“That’s all.” Fang Hua knelt obediently on the ground, her expression gentle.
"Really, that's all?"
"Really, there aren't any left," Fang Hua answered honestly.
"Think about it again," Fang Hua reminded him. "Sleep with me, do you miss me?"
Fang Hua's face flushed red instantly. "Okay."
"Get out of here!" (▼皿▼#)
(///I was wrong."
"Where did we go wrong?" We're back to the same question.
"I shouldn't have deceived Fang Rong and let her say sweet words." (⊙x⊙;)
Why would you do this? Are you playing me for a fool?
Fang Hua honestly admitted, "Fang Rong never says sweet words, but I want to hear them." (≥﹏≤).
"You think you can fool me like this just because you want to hear it?" Fang Rong roared. "Would you be happy if someone beat me to death?"
He pointed outside and shouted, "Go kneel down outside!"
Fang Hua obediently got up, walked outside, and knelt on the ground to keep company with the tools he used when packing up his stall.
The forest was cold at night, the air was biting, the ground was damp, and insects and ants crawled by from time to time.
Fang Hua's knees were quickly soaked, but he didn't care. He flicked his tail, catching mosquitoes in the air, having a great time.
The curtain inside the thatched hut was not drawn. Fang Rong saw this, snorted coldly, and said nothing.
He lit his own lamp, sat at the table to eat, and his shadow was reflected on the ground, swaying with his movements.
Fang Hua knelt opposite the reflection. Every time the reflection picked up a dish, he opened his mouth to catch it, his cheeks puffed out, making it look like he was actually eating it.
He could play this game for a year.
The night was dark and the wind was high, with the sky dotted with twinkling stars, making one involuntarily deeply enchanted.
Fang Rong tidied up the food and went to bed. Before falling asleep, she glanced at Fang Hua, who was so bored that he was counting hairs, one, two, two, countless...
Fang Rong pulled the blanket over his head, trying not to see, hear, or think, and fell into a deep sleep. However, the weather was too cold, and he couldn't stand it lying in the blanket; his hands and feet were icy cold.
When she couldn't help getting up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, she lifted the curtain that had been blown down by the wind and saw Fang Hua still kneeling obediently outside, his arms crossed over his chest, his head swaying back and forth, and cold air clinging to his eyelashes.
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