He didn't understand love, nor could he be considered gentle; he only knew how to nibble randomly on his chest, biting the protrusion.
"Hiss!" He suddenly gasped.
Fang Hua suddenly pressed his legs against his chest. The sudden and unexpected action caused a crushing sound between his leg bones, and Fang Rong screamed in agony.
He could clearly feel Fang Hua lying on top of him, burying his face between his stomach and slowly moving down, his breath blowing between his thighs.
Fang Rong finally snapped when she felt stared at in her private parts without any restraint.
He pulled on the table in the living room, and the vase on it fell to the ground with a thud, but it didn't crack because of the soft carpet on the floor.
Water spilled all over the floor, and flowers fell out. Fang Rong picked up the vase, which was about the size of a beer bottle, and smashed it down with a bang, right on Fang Hua's head.
After a dull thud, an awkward silence fell over the surroundings. Fang Hua seemed to have finally calmed down and looked at him with a slightly flustered expression.
Fang Rong had adapted to the darkness over time and could see the general contents of the room, so she could also see his expression.
"Get lost!" He kicked Fang Hua, who neither dodged nor flinched, but was kicked so hard that he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"I told you to get lost!" Fang Rong was enraged after almost being raped, so she grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it.
Bang!
The ashtray was made of solid glass, and it hurt terribly when it hit him. Fang Hua seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, and he didn't dodge or flinch at all. The ashtray hit his chest, and the sound of his collarbone breaking could be clearly heard.
Perhaps his sincere apology moved Fang Rong, who softened her tone, "Please leave, I don't want to see you today."
The unthinking disgust in his eyes hurt Fang Hua. Fang Hua paused in her movement to help him up, looked at him with a slightly confused expression, and after a few seconds of silence, silently turned around. His weathered back looked older than his age.
The window was slightly ajar, letting in a breeze. Fang Hua's voice was barely audible, "I'm sorry, I can't stand the way you look at me."
His voice was choked with sobs, as if he were even more heartbroken than Fang Rong. His silver-white hair was disheveled, and he looked listless and lifeless. In the end, he opened the window and jumped out, his red figure flashing past.
Fang Rong stared blankly, feeling a chill run through her body.
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