However, since the itching and pain seemed to have subsided, he felt relieved and went back to sleep.
Not long after, he felt another pain in his chest, which slowly moved downwards until it bit his abdomen.
Fang Rong was sleeping quite deeply, and her arms were weak and powerless, so she simply stopped moving. Biting her a couple of times wouldn't kill her.
However, the mosquito became a bit too aggressive, biting the chest and then the back, before returning to the chest and settling on the abdomen and below.
They even pulled on his underwear. Fang Rong finally realized something was wrong. Even if his IQ was zero in his dream, he couldn't be this stupid. Could that mosquito have become a spirit? There must be something playing tricks on him.
He struggled to open his eyes and found a silver-yellow head crouching between his legs. The silver color was already quite noticeable, but it was even more so in the darkness, and he knew without a doubt who the person with that head belonged to was.
Who else is there besides Fang Hua?
Fang Rong was furious. "Damn it, who are you trying to scare to death in the middle of the night?"
Fortunately, he had a strong mental fortitude and didn't scream immediately, but his body still twitched instinctively.
Fang Hua seemed to feel more comfortable, patting his chest to reassure him, and after a while, she lay between his legs.
A strange sensation came from the inside of my thigh, and the hot breath from my nose sprayed onto my leg, causing my skin to tremble.
Fang Hua seemed used to it, continuing to kiss his inner thighs, her fingers deftly slipping into his underwear and caressing his buttocks.
Fang Rong froze, instantly recalling the mark on Fang Hua's face from earlier that day. He was now in puberty, a time of intense development, with desires running high and a constant urge to indulge in forbidden fruit.
That's why people want to kiss you, right?
Otherwise, with his skills, he could easily dodge it in a minute. If he doesn't let you have a taste, he might try it on someone else, since he simply can't hold back.
When impulse takes hold, who cares about the consequences?
Should we give it to him?
Fang Rong hesitated. It was shameful to even talk about it, let alone actually do it. But if he wasn't allowed to take the initiative, what if he went to someone else?
Especially recently, he felt that Fang Hua was completely focused on this aspect, and he always showed a look of longing.
In addition, I felt chest pain and back pain every night, and my body felt numb. Thank you, thinking about it, isn't that all his doing?
Forget it, it's just being taken advantage of, right?
It'll only hurt for a couple of days at worst.
He thought it over and over, but he still couldn't accept that Fang Hua would fall into someone else's arms, so he willingly lay down.
However, it's impossible to get him to take the initiative, but you can give him hints.
Fang Rong kept her eyes closed, still pretending to be fast asleep, but casually opened her legs to make it easier for Fang Hua to sleep.
Fang Hua's face lit up with joy. He easily lifted the man's legs and placed them on his shoulders, then rubbed them between his thighs.
He didn't dare to make any big movements, afraid of waking Fang Rong. He just took off Fang Rong's underwear and hung it on his thighs, held his buttocks with both hands, and imitated the action in the movie, rubbing in and out, but he didn't dare to actually go in.
After all, he had touched that area before. It was very small; even inserting a finger into it would wake Fang Rong from the pain, let alone a large object.
So he squeezed between Fang Rong's buttocks and rubbed against them.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that Fang Rong, who usually wakes up, was definitely not waking up today, otherwise he would have been bold enough to do it.
He himself was barely enjoying it, but Fang Rong was suffering. He could feel it completely, especially the hard thing poking around between his buttocks. Fang Hua lifted his lower body, leaving his buttocks unsupported, while his hands and feet were busy.
She would also occasionally lean in and kiss his lips.
A furry tail wrapped around his ankle, tightening and loosening with Fang Hua's breathing rhythm, flexibly tightening.
Fang Rong tried her best to calm herself down so as not to be too agitated and be noticed.
But Fang Hua is too useless. He's already so proactive and he still can't see it. He's not dead. He's biting him, how could he not feel it?
Especially my legs, because they were stretched for too long and from bottom to top, are now completely numb and the blood circulation is poor.
I really want to yell at him. If you're going to do something, just do it already! What are you dragging your feet for? It's been ages and you still haven't gotten to the point. My body's gone numb from lying down. Damn it.
The most hateful one is Fang Hua, who actually managed to come out while he was rubbing against him!
They're out!
They're out!
And that's how it came out!
He was given a chance but didn't make good use of it, and missed out on another 100 million.
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