Fang Hua fell silent. He was unwilling to lie, nor did he want to tell the truth, so he hugged Fang Rong's waist tightly, buried his head in Fang Rong's neck and inhaled deeply, his posture one of infatuation and dependence.
Fang Rong, however, was not about to let him off easily. He pushed Fang Hua away and looked him straight in the eye. “Answer me, do you have a reason for this, or are you just satisfying your own desires?”
Fang Hua remained silent, his eyes darting around, like a teenager who had done something wrong and was afraid to face his parents, his gaze filled with resentment and disdain.
He seemed to look down on the military.
"I understand." Fang Rong said with some disappointment, "It's your instinct; you can't control it at all."
He waved his hand, somewhat disappointed, "You should go. Go to the orc world; it's more suitable for you there."
Strings of crystal tassels hung from the large chandelier, casting a dazzling and chaotic light. Fang Hua suddenly stood up. "I'm not leaving."
His voice was so loud that his magnetic field stirred, affecting the lights in the room. The lights flickered, and the room went from bright to dark, like a scene from a horror movie.
Fang Rong took a deep breath. He could hear the anger in Fang Hua's voice. His body instinctively activated its supernatural power, which collided with the surrounding magnetic field, thus affecting the lights.
A silence fell over the quiet room. Fang Hua exuded a chilling aura as he stared intently at Fang Rong in the semi-darkness. His eyes, unlike their usual gentleness, held a fierce glint.
Did he finally succumb to his instincts and want to kill?
Fang Rong was afraid that he would do something outrageous. After all, he had even eaten his own parents and brothers. Their relationship was merely that of a zookeeper and an experimental subject, far less than the bond of blood. Therefore, he was even more worried.
Something must have said that angered him.
Fang Rong realized that he might have said something harsh. Even if Fang Hua really was that kind of person, he shouldn't be the one to criticize him. It was probably because Fang Hua appeared docile and obedient that he unconsciously assumed Fang Hua was easy to talk to.
But he was still a beast after all, and he wouldn't allow others to interfere in his life.
"Fang Hua, from the day you were born until now, I don't think I've ever done anything to wrong you." Fang Rong backed away step by step, trying to leave the room. "If I said anything wrong just now, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have interfered in your life."
He moved his feet carefully, getting closer and closer to the door step by step. Throughout the process, Fang Hua remained silent, and only a few uneven breaths could be heard in the quiet environment.
He seemed to have really hurt Fang Hua, and the usually docile man revealed his fangs and claws.
The crystal chandelier flickered and then suddenly snapped shut, as if something had shattered it. Shards of glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Fang Rong swallowed hard, cold sweat dripping down his back. He had already found the gate; opening it would allow him to leave.
A gentle breeze blew in through the slightly open window, stirring the curtains and causing the beads beneath them to tinkle and clink, creating a slightly haphazard melody.
Fang Rong finally couldn't resist his fear and suddenly opened the door. He was facing Fang Hua with his back to the door. The moment the door opened, a dark figure suddenly pounced on him.
The door slammed shut again, and Fang Rong felt a sudden weight on his body as he was pressed against the door. The immense force rendered him immobile, forcing him to accept the scent of the opposite sex.
"Let me go." He couldn't help but struggle, trying to escape that embarrassing situation. Fang Hua's strength was too great; he could feel a burning pain in his wrist just from holding him.
In the darkness, Fang Rong noticed something was wrong. Fang Hua seemed to be watching him. The intense shame of being stared at made him uneasy. He suddenly fell to the left, where there was a shoe cabinet. The two of them crashed into the shoe cabinet and rolled twice on the ground. Fang Rong was on the bottom, and his lower back was throbbing with pain.
He endured the pain and was about to get up when someone suddenly grabbed his neck. Fang Hua straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. He was rough and violent, and he felt nothing at all during the kiss.
There were loud crashes inside the room, and the furniture within reach was knocked over by the two of them.
Fang Rong was being choked by him, making it difficult for her to breathe. Her mouth opened involuntarily, giving Fang Hua an opportunity to slip his lips and tongue inside.
He had no interest in kissing at all. He reached out to grab sharp objects around him. This was his home, and he knew the location of the furniture better than anyone else. He knew every single plant and tree clearly.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally felt a hard piece in the darkness, which looked like a shard of the crystal chandelier that had just fallen.
Fang Rong held it in his hand, just about to stab it, when suddenly he screamed in agony. The fragment fell and disappeared without a trace.
A sudden pain shot through his lip; Fang Hua had bitten him.
The smell of blood lingered between their lips, and the taste seemed to stimulate Fang Hua. His eyes suddenly flashed red in the darkness, like a wild beast eyeing its prey.
Fang Rong had been without air for too long, his chest rose and fell, gradually losing its rhythm and his movements slowed until they finally drooped limply.
Fang Hua seemed to realize something was wrong, and finally released his grip on his neck, instead tearing off his clothes, shirt, pants, and underwear.
Fang Rong, still dazed, realized what he was about to do and suddenly panicked.
"Stop, you beast!" His voice was hoarse and his words were incomplete.
The word 'beast' seemed to enrage Fang Hua instantly. He opened his mouth and bit down, and blood quickly flowed from his fragile skin, filling the air with the stench of blood.
Fang Hua really wanted to kill him!
Fang Rong sensed it, so he struggled even more fiercely. Being straddled made it difficult for him to exert any force, and occasionally when he looked up, he could see Fang Hua looking down at him, and that cold gaze made his heart tremble.
"madman!"
Fang Hua continued in his actions, easily tearing off his clothes, spreading his legs, and forcibly squeezing between them.
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