Fang Hua was unaware that she was panting on his chest when she felt comfortable, and she also kissed Fang Rong's lips.
He seems to particularly enjoy kissing; he can lick and nibble for over ten minutes without getting tired, and after kissing someone, he kisses their chin.
Fang Rong was usually asleep and didn't feel anything. The two of them rarely kissed, and they could count the number of times they actually kissed each other on one hand.
It was the first time he had ever known what it felt like to be passively kissed. It was ticklish and soft, and because Fang Hua was afraid of waking him up, he was very gentle. It felt good, but something was missing.
Of course, after he felt good, he didn't forget to take care of Fang Rong. His buttocks were wet and sticky from being shot. Fang Hua first wiped one side with a tissue, then wiped it again with a wet towel, and finally touched it with his hand to make sure it wouldn't feel sticky before putting underwear on him. He was surprisingly thoughtful.
After dealing with Fang Rong's matter, he didn't forget to pull down the bed sheets because they were splattered with liquid and dirty, making them easy to spot, which is why he pulled them down to wash.
Fang Rong was still lying on the bed, and pulling out the sheet became unexpectedly difficult.
Moreover, Fang Rong seemed to think he wasn't busy enough, and kept bothering him with humming and groaning.
Every time he exerted a little force, Fang Rong would move slightly, pretending to be about to wake up, which would scare him into stopping quickly, patting Fang Rong's back, and coaxing him like a child.
This looked rather comical, and Fang Rong subtly curled the corners of her mouth.
Fang Hua spent a long time finally pulling the bed sheet down, washing it, and hanging it up. Because he was short and afraid that Fang Rong would find out, he didn't turn on the light. In the dark, he stood on a stool, spread out the bed sheet, and hung it outside the window. The few movements were quite tiring.
After finishing, she obediently moved a small stool, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at him without blinking. Although Fang Rong had her eyes closed, she could still feel that undeniable gaze.
Fang Hua reached out and stroked his eyebrows, then counted them one by one, one, two, three, until she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in his arms.
The two faced each other, their breaths brushing against each other's faces. Fang Hua really wished they could stay cuddled together forever. Why were they so close?
Fang Rong cautiously opened his eyes and gently touched Fang Hua's hair by the moonlight. He knew that Fang Hua was actually very sensitive, so when he was pretending to be asleep, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly, for fear of being discovered and facing various embarrassments.
It's obvious that Fang Hua didn't think in that direction at all, so he missed out on a lot.
"Forget it, there's plenty of time. I've already given him a chance, he probably won't cheat again." It's hard to imagine him cheating.
Although the two haven't explicitly stated their relationship as a couple, many aspects of their daily lives are already similar to those of lovers. For example, when it comes to sleeping, what grown man likes to sleep close to someone? They're not children anymore.
For example, taking a bath together. Although it's not a big deal for men to take a bath together, don't forget their identities. Fang Hua is male, male, male!
Although he looks frail and has the appearance of a submissive, there are few in the military region who can beat him; even the instructors would probably have to be careful.
The instructor taught him combat experience and how to fight more easily. In other words, although Fang Hua was powerful, he fought without any strategy. The instructor taught him how to deploy troops and tailor-made combat plans for him.
In any case, Fang Rong is at a disadvantage, since Fang Hua is male and the one who takes the initiative. However, he is handsome, so if you think about it carefully, he is not at a disadvantage. So it's a draw.
The two were like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai – one was willing to hit and the other was willing to be hit.
Fang Hua's ears twitched, as if he still felt something. Fang Rong was startled. Without saying a word, she closed her eyes and casually pretended to sleepwalk, slapping him across the face. Damn, he was asleep but still so sensitive.
Fang Hua was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just a dream. However, he was also a bit of a playboy and took the opportunity to put Fang Rong's arm on his waist, then tucked it under his arm and continued to sleep.
He closed his eyes and then opened them again, but this time he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He just glared at her, hoping that would keep her from waking up.
In fact, people who practice martial arts are very perceptive. They can sense the murderous intent in someone's eyes or the difference in their aura. However, he was too familiar with Fang Hua, who had already taken everything from him as his own. So he was fine with being glared at, and continued to sleep soundly.
If he's tired during the day, he sleeps very soundly at night. He's been silently carrying his legs for almost an hour, straightening his back again and again, carefully maintaining this posture. Even Jesus would get tired from masturbating, so how could Fang Hua not be tired from this kind of self-pleasure?
Of course, Fang Rong was just as tired as him. His whole body was stiff, and his lower body was numb. If it weren't for the need to cooperate, he would have kicked it away long ago. The key was that Fang Hua didn't know what was good for him and actually missed the opportunity.
However, he felt relieved after taking the plunge, since their current situation was quite awkward. They weren't lovers, but they were already living together and had done all sorts of things.
They're supposed to be lovers, but they don't have a real relationship. Even sleeping together is a complicated affair. They don't have the life of an empress, but they've developed a pretentious disease.
It's good that they've let go now; they can openly restrain Fang Hua from now on.
Honestly, Fang Hua has countless romantic encounters; it feels like everyone likes him.
If he didn't have any self-awareness, he would have already been with thousands of people by now. I need to give him a good lesson and explain the 100 rules of male-male relationships.
First, protect yourself and don't let others take advantage of you. Second, don't get involved in philandering. That way, no matter how hard others try or how new their tools are, they won't be able to undermine you.
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