Why!
Fang Hua sighed, propped his chin up with one hand, and placed the other hand down to cover his penis.
He couldn't understand why other people didn't seem to be uncomfortable and were actually quite at ease.
It seems like he's the only one who's feeling bad?
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the air conditioning was on inside, making it cool and comfortable. Fang Hua waited patiently, and finally, get out of class ended. He ran to the toilet to relieve himself.
It was much better after he took it off, but the zipper on his pants kept getting stuck. The zipper was getting worse and worse, and nine out of ten times it would pinch his penis.
However, there were only two pairs of school trousers. One pair had been worn for seven or eight days and was taken off by Fang Rong to be washed.
Because the two pairs were exactly the same, Fang Rong couldn't tell whether he had changed them or not. But based on the concept of changing them every two or three days, the two pairs could be worn for seven or eight days. She only took them off when she felt they were about time, and they were still hanging outside to dry.
"I really want to change my pants." These are such a pain.
Because his little brother was delicate, he had to put his underwear back on and continue to endure the embarrassment of it being constantly squeezed into his buttocks, trying to move and walk as little as possible.
It's more comfortable at home. As long as Fang Rong isn't angry, and she's usually quite tolerant of him, he can be naked if he wants, as long as he lies there obediently.
He figured out Fang Rong's thoughts and would occasionally stick his butt out, waiting to be beaten. Every time he did this, Fang Rong's anger would subside, and the beating would be light, like a tickle.
"Hey, Fang Hua, look here." The female he had saved was bothering him again.
It turns out they were in the same class. No wonder he knew so much, even though he hadn't given himself away.
Fang Hua was preoccupied with his underwear and had no time to chat. He glanced at it lazily and continued to lie on the table, one hand supporting his penis.
"What are you playing?" The female thought he was playing on his personal computer or a game, and unconsciously moved closer.
Upon seeing the truth, his face flushed red. "In public, you actually..."
He ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it, after all, it was such a shameful thing, and he thought Fang Hua was masturbating.
His action was so misleading that anyone who saw it would think the wrong thing.
The female looked around and found that no one was around him. Fang Hua deliberately chose a corner, a blind spot where no one could see him, to sit down.
"Do you need my help?" The female blushed with embarrassment, but still took the initiative to sit next to him and block his view from outside.
“Great.” Fang Hua’s eyes lit up; this solved his problem perfectly.
"Then...then take your hand out first."
"Okay." Fang Hua obediently took out his hand.
After a while, a small, fair hand slowly reached out and accurately placed itself on his little brother.
Fang Hua looked at him in confusion, "Why are you touching me?"
"???" The female looked completely bewildered. "Didn't you ask me for help?"
“Yes,” Fang Hua answered without hesitation. “I wanted to ask if you had any skirts I could borrow. My pants zipper is broken and keeps getting caught.”
"..."
The female covered her face, unable to bear to look, but she still kindly borrowed a pair of pants for Fang Hua, saying, "Male should wear pants; it's inappropriate for them to wear skirts."
Most importantly, he likes Fang Hua, who is both beautiful and intelligent. He only wants the person he likes to remain a male god forever; he wouldn't be a male god if she wore a skirt.
There are boarding students at the school, and they all have school uniforms, but he didn't want the ones that others had worn, and only gave Fang Hua a new one.
The gift for my crush had to be the best and cleanest. He's good-looking, knows how to dress, and is popular in class. That person lent it to him without hesitation.
Especially this time, with Fang Hua added to the mix, since Fang Hua has always appeared very aloof, people can't help but want to get close to him. They usually don't have the chance, so they naturally won't let this opportunity slip by.
Fang Hua changed his pants and finally breathed a sigh of relief. The other person was fatter than him, so the pants were a bit loose around the waist, but he liked loose pants because they didn't feel restrictive.
So we don't need to wear underwear anymore?
But thinking about it, I decided against it. After all, it was someone else's pants, and I had to return them. What kind of talk would it be if someone wore them and they smelled like urine?
He ultimately failed to let his imagination run wild and returned obediently wearing only his underwear.
He never had the patience to ask what the female was called, since they were in the same class and he hadn't introduced himself. So he just kept calling her "that female".
Before leaving, the female kissed him on the cheek when he wasn't looking, leaving a lipstick mark.
Fang Hua was unaware that she had gone back with lipstick marks on her face.
When he returned, not only was Fang Rong there, but the boss and his wife were also back.
They must have had enough fun, because they were eating watermelon with Guoguo in their arms.
The proprietress was startled when she saw him and kept winking at him, reminding him of the lipstick mark on his face.
The proprietress always thought the two were brothers, and their names were similar. As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, and Fang Rong was very strict with Fang Hua. If she saw the marks on his face, she would definitely suspect that he was having an early romance and give him a spanking.
They all lived next door, and the soundproofing was poor; sometimes you could hear the sound of sticks being used and the sound of flesh being torn apart.
Knowing that Fang Rong genuinely wanted Fang Hua to improve, they knew that if this were discovered, they would be in deep trouble.
Fang Rong was preparing ingredients in the kitchen when she heard the voice and called out, "You're back."
"Hmm." Fang Hua looked bewildered, responding to Fang Rong while looking at the proprietress with a puzzled expression. What's wrong with her eyes?
The shop owner had just cut a piece of melon and was about to hand it to him when he saw the red mark on his face and was clearly taken aback, repeatedly gesturing to his right cheek with his hand.
The kitchen and the front desk were connected, and they were standing very close together, so anything they said could be heard inside. Therefore, they both gave hints and didn't make a sound.
"???" Fang Hua was still dumbfounded.
What's wrong with everyone?
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