Fang Rong couldn't bear to part with him in the end, so she had no choice but to compromise herself.
He comforted himself by telling himself that he would get used to it if he kept suppressing it.
Fortunately, Fang Hua was handsome and looked peaceful while sleeping. His bald head revealed his delicate features, and his long eyelashes cast shadows.
His even breathing pattered against his chest, slightly tickling him, and Fang Rong would occasionally reach out and scratch it.
I'll forgive you since you're sleeping so soundly.
Fang Rong thought to herself.
Sometimes, if he lies in one position for too long, he can't stand it anymore and hopes that this guy will quickly change positions, because the side of his body is going numb from being pressed down. Fortunately, he didn't sleep for long and woke up soon.
It only took two or three hours; he just had to endure it. When he woke up and saw that Fang Rong was still there, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction again.
To be honest, he is very easy to please. He can eat and sleep well. He can skip the first two for a day or two, but he can't miss the latter even for a day. If he misses them, he won't enjoy eating or sleeping.
"Finally awake." Fang Rong stretched the half of her body that had gone numb from being pressed down by him, waiting for him to brush his teeth, wash his face, and eat breakfast together.
Breakfast is delivered by a designated person. They start preparing it as soon as they see the children wake up, and it's almost ready to eat once the preparations are complete.
"Hmm." In daily life, Fang Hua moves slowly, like an old woman with bound feet. You may be in a hurry, but he is not. This is the opposite of his wild beast-like state.
Fang Rong got up with him. He had already brushed his teeth and washed his face, but Fang Hua was still brushing his teeth slowly, his mouth full of foam.
It is now 2180. Technology has advanced a lot, and everyone uses electric toothbrushes. He doesn't like that, so he uses the oldest method, brushing by hand for half an hour.
"...Is it not ready yet?" Fang Rong couldn't wait any longer. Breakfast had been delivered long ago, including milk, eggs, and noodles, while Fang Hua was still leisurely passing the time in the bathroom.
"Okay." He scooped up a handful of water and slapped it on his face. He repeated this action more than a dozen times, wasting more than one bucket of water, before finally taking out a towel to wipe his face. It took another minute or two, and by the time he came out, the milk was cold.
"Are you an old woman? How can you be so slow?" Fang Rong had already finished eating and took chopsticks to put noodles on his plate. Making noodles was more difficult than making rice dishes. At Fang Hua's speed, the noodles would be mushy by the time he finished eating.
Fang Hua remained unmoved, "That way there are more noodles."
...
So they were waiting for the batter?
Does this look like a lot?
He thought about how Fang Hua lived alone, without money or status, and couldn't even get enough to eat, yet he had somehow managed to develop a secret to increase his food intake.
"Eat quickly." Fang Rong felt sorry for him. "Don't wait for the batter to thicken in the future, it won't taste good if it gets burnt."
"Hmm." He agreed verbally, but actually didn't think so, since a small portion of batter could be turned into a large portion.
He actually prefers meat, but people always say he should have a balanced diet of meat and vegetables, and he doesn't get to choose the food they give him, so he doesn't really care.
Although Fang Rong had finished eating long ago, he took all the meat out of his bowl and gave it to Fang Hua. Fang Hua wasn't a picky eater, but he liked to eat what he liked first, and then eat what he didn't like.
So he picked all the meat off a bowl of noodles, drank all the broth, and only ate the noodles last, while also giving his favorite milk to Fang Rong.
Fang Rong was deeply moved. He was an orphan and an introverted person with few friends. No one had ever thought of him like this before. "I don't like milk, you can drink it. Oh, and this bottle is for you too."
He didn't drink the milk either, saving it for Fang Hua.
Fang Hua was still too naive. He was too straightforward and either told the truth or remained silent, so he assumed that everyone was like that. He believed Fang Rong's lie without thinking.
So he took both bottles of milk and drank them himself, his movements lazy and slow, it felt like he could drink them all day.
Fang Rong felt a pang of sadness. He remembered the first time Fang Hua drank milk; the little guy licked it again and again, cleaning the bottom of the bowl.
Actually, when you think about it, ordinary people are already quite fortunate; he can't even live a normal life.
Fang Rong took out the chess pieces he hadn't finished playing yesterday to cover up his mistake and continued playing. He was afraid that he might do something rash and accidentally burst into tears. Although it wasn't his own business, Fang Hua's business was his business.
Because Fang Hua's condition is not yet stable, as his partner, he will stay with Fang Hua until they get along well and there are no problems before he is allowed to enlist.
In military terms, they are currently in a period of adjustment and building rapport. Although the two already have a deep bond and don't need further development, the formalities still need to be followed to put people at ease.
Yesterday, Fang Rong was bored and taught him to play chess. She discovered that he was quite talented and learned quickly. He already knows how to use tricks to block Fang Rong's pieces.
Three hours later...
Fang Rong broke out in a cold sweat. He only knew that Fang Hua was talented, but he didn't expect him to learn so quickly. In just two days, he could achieve the level of "the younger generation surpassing the older generation, and the older generation dying on the beach".
With wolves in front and tigers behind, his pieces were completely surrounded, leaving no room for maneuver. If it were an ordinary person, they would still consider the other person's face. Even if they had really reached the point of being outmatched, they would pretend to give up a few pieces to leave the other person some room to save face. After all, losing to a junior is no fun at all.
However, Fang Hua was completely unaware of this and continued to press him relentlessly.
Fang Rong's fingertips trembled with anger as he held the chess piece. He was completely disheartened and only wanted to prove himself. He glanced at Fang Hua, who was still the same as before, lazily looking at the chess piece with his eyes lowered, seemingly unaware that his expression had changed.
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