"I've thought about it now," Fang Hua chuckled.
His feet were fair and translucent, with clearly visible veins on the instep, long and compact toes, and pink nails. The size of his feet contrasted sharply with Fang Rong's.
This guy is so beautiful, he doesn't even miss a single toe.
Fang Rong kicked him again. As soon as he came in, he made her look so bad that she couldn't bear to look at herself. She used to think she was pretty good, but now it was like comparing heaven and earth.
Fang Hua has fair skin, while he has yellow skin; the difference is striking.
“Yours is prettier than mine.” Fang Hua also pulled out one foot and compared it with his left foot by placing his right foot next to his left foot.
Fang Rong rolled her eyes. Was this being modest, or modest, or modest?
"I'm done washing, I don't need to wash anymore." He pulled his feet out and dried them with a towel.
Fang Hua followed suit and pulled his foot out, then stretched it out in front of him like a big shot.
"Wipe yourself." Fang Rong swung the towel over and slapped it on his leg.
He didn't mind, picked it up, wiped himself quickly, and went to bed. Fang Rong quickly stopped him.
"If you keep rubbing like that, you'll get athlete's foot in a couple of days." Especially after entering military school, there's training every day, and the shoes get wet again and again, developing a musty smell.
"Stretch your feet over here." Fang Rong felt more and more like her father and mother, worrying about them all day long.
If an ordinary person were to treat their lover like a son, they would have lost patience long ago. He's amazing; he's persisted until now, and doesn't seem to dislike it at all.
"No wonder you can't find a partner. If you left me, no one else would take such good care of you." Fang Rong held his ankle and wiped it inch by inch, making sure to clean between his toes, which is the easiest place to get athlete's foot.
After wiping him down, he tossed Fang Hua onto the corner of the bed. "Go to sleep, you have school tomorrow."
The ice in the bucket worked its magic, making the room nice and cool.
Fang Hua nodded and obediently lay down; he liked this position.
With his limbs down and chin resting on the pillow, this is a position that most people would get tired of after a while, but he can lie like this all day. He says it's the most comfortable position, but Fang Rong feels sorry for him just watching him.
What if my oval face turns into a round chin from sleeping?
The scene was too beautiful for him to imagine.
Fang Rong turned off the light and closed her eyes to rest.
He was thinking about the Grand Marshal he had met today. The two of them didn't talk much and went straight to the point.
The Grand Marshal was clearly not an easy person to get along with, so he cut to the chase and asked him directly how to train and strengthen this ability.
Besides serving water and towels, what other functions does it have?
The marshal poured out a glass of water, which rippled and eventually floated to the surface.
"The best way to hone your superpower is to control things that are hard to control, like water. Being able to make a drop of water float without spilling is quite an achievement," he continued. "This superpower is far more powerful than you think. It can not only control the objects around you, but also control some intangible things, such as metal, wood, water, fire, and earth."
Does this mean that his superpower is equivalent to multiple attribute superpowers?
As long as this object exists and is near him, he can control it?
Fang Rong couldn't sleep because of her thoughts.
The darkness was silent until a moment later, the sound of fabric rubbing together was heard. Fang Rong casually touched it and found it to be smooth.
"You're sleeping naked again." While sleeping naked is fine, it's not good for two grown men to sleep naked together.
Men are bound to have impulsive sex sometimes. What if they have a passionate encounter in the middle of the night? Who will be on top and who will be on the bottom?
Is there even a question?
He's definitely going to suffer a loss.
We can't beat him. Besides, Fang Hua isn't impulsive usually, but when he gets impulsive, he's inhuman.
Fang Hua was exposed by him and remained quiet for a while, not daring to move.
"Put your clothes on." We usually let it go if we don't catch them, but we can't let it go today.
He usually falls asleep first, and when he wakes up he finds Fang Hua naked. He's quite conscious of himself and obediently huddles in the corner. But recently he's started to act up. Not only does he like to be naked, but every day when he opens his eyes he finds the two of them entangled together.
Fang Hua was mostly on top of him, not ashamed at all, as if he were still a small child, lying on his chest without any pressure.
The sound of clothes rustling came from the darkness again. Fang Hua had just taken off half of his clothes, but then obediently put them back on.
However, he did not give up and continued to wait patiently. Fang Rong usually slept very soundly and fell asleep very quickly.
Not long after, the breathing on the other end calmed down again. He tilted his head to look, and only after confirming that Fang Rong wouldn't suddenly wake up did he take off his clothes. As soon as he took off his shirt, Fang Rong slapped him, saying, "I knew you wouldn't give up."
"(=_=)" got caught again.
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