The fishing line was fragile and each strand was very thin; he had already broken quite a few of them. However, because there were so many of them, and because he was restless and kept moving around, he ended up hanging in the air.
"Behave yourself, you've twisted the wires out of shape." Originally, each wire was neatly arranged, and there were specific ways to wrap it for easy removal. But Fang Hua messed it up, and now it's all tangled together, and you can't tell the difference between them.
"Looks like I'll have to cut it off." A slab of fishing line costs five yuan, and I used three slabs in total, which cost fifteen yuan. He originally wanted to talk about recycling or something, but now that's all nonsense.
However, Fang Hua's posture was truly suggestive. He was suspended in the air by fishing lines, with most of his skin exposed by his torn clothes. The thin fishing lines were digging into his skin, making it red and the flesh was sunken in, like the bondage scene in pornography.
It has to be said that this guy is truly blessed; he's not only beautiful, but he also has a perfect figure.
Fang Rong didn't rush to let him go; instead, she slapped him and demanded an explanation.
"The teacher called your parents today, saying you skipped class. What happened?" Actually, no one called, but you still need to find an excuse.
Fang Hua hesitated and couldn't speak.
"Looks like you really have been skipping class." Fang Rong slapped him again. "You've gone astray at such a young age, and you're not even studying properly."
Fang Hua didn't explain, her face just turned red, whether from being strangled or from being embarrassed by being spanked.
"Tell me the truth, what's the reason? If you tell me, I won't hit you anymore."
Fang Hua didn't say anything.
He didn't say anything about Fang Rong's actions, but he was also very curious. They were talking about it fine online, so why did they stop talking about it here?
Would it kill me to explain something?
Is there really a generation gap between the two?
Fang Hua was unwilling to talk to him, but was willing to talk to the mind reader. This was truly infuriating.
Does he feel like he's not even as good as a stranger?
"Will you talk or not?" He used force, slapping Fang Hua's buttocks several times until they were red, but he still wouldn't talk.
"Forget it, you weren't like this when you were little. You're not as close to me now that you're grown up, are you?" When being forceful didn't work, Fang Rong decided to play the emotional card.
Fang Hua was indeed fooled by this. He tried to move, but the grip tightened even more. "It's not that I don't want to learn, it's that I already know everything I've been taught."
"You're lying." Do you think I don't know that you're so stupid?
"Really." Fang Hua panicked and snapped all the wires around him with a sudden movement. Because of the excessive force, he knelt on the ground with a loud thud.
"..."
"Get up and speak. I don't have such high and mighty airs."
Fang Hua pulled him up by his sleeve; he must have really hit a bone, his knee was a little weak.
“I’m not lying to you,” he said.
Fang Rong had known this for a long time. He sighed, helped Fang Hua sit on the bed, and then lifted up his pants to apply medicine to him.
Both knees were red and bleeding. It hurt because of the friction of the fabric. He was unusually generous and let Fang Hua go naked, though he still had to wear underwear.
Speaking of underwear, he recalled Fang Hua's habit of never wearing underwear, and couldn't help but launch into another lecture, "Look at this day and age, who doesn't wear underwear? Why are you the only one who doesn't like it?"
Fang Hua felt extremely aggrieved and reluctantly put on her underwear after punching a hole in it.
As soon as she finished dressing, Fang Rong slapped her, saying, "You've put your underwear on backwards."
No wonder this guy doesn't like wearing underwear. Most men's underwear has a bullet in the front or a hole so it can dissipate freely. He cuts a hole in the bullet and puts the tail in it, or he puts the tail directly in the hole. The direction is all reversed. How can he not feel uncomfortable?
It's simply unbearable to look at.
The worst part is that the cut is crooked and messy. I'm embarrassed to take it out to wash. Who has a hole in every pair of underwear?
Because he doesn't usually wear underwear, and when he does, it's just for show. Plus, he used to wash them in the washing machine without even looking at them before throwing them in. Now Fang Hua washes them, so I wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't wearing underwear in front of me today.
After all, men's underwear is basically boxer shorts, and they look pretty much the same if you don't look at the front. Normally, you'd be embarrassed to stare at someone's crotch, but now that you've almost peed into someone, you might as well take a look.
Actually, he used to cut the back of the buttocks when he was cutting hair, but he probably found it inconvenient. Since there was an extra section in the front, it became more convenient for him.
Fang Hua gets slapped three or four times a day, but he's used to it. He takes off his underwear and puts it back on without batting an eye.
"Never mind, do as you please." Considering he had already cut a hole, it was too late to say anything, and besides, his tail was indeed a problem, always tied up in his pants all day, he really should relax a bit now that he was home.
Perhaps because it's always covered by pants, its tail can't stretch out, and its fur has shriveled up. Its original silver-yellow color has turned slightly yellow, like a withered flower.
This should be similar to hair, requiring proper care. It would be uncomfortable if hair was always covered by clothes, so Fang Rong decided to take care of it for him.
He pulled Fang Hua to the bathroom, moved a stool for him to sit on, so that his knees wouldn't get wet.
Then he filled a bucket with water to wash his tail. The process wasn't very smooth. Fang Hua seemed unaccustomed to it and kept wrapping his tail around his wrist. He sat up straight and honestly, but his tail was mischievous, moving around here and there.
It was splashing and shaking off water as soon as it was put into the water.
"What's wrong?" Fang Rong almost lost her composure.
"The water is a little cold."
Why are you blushing when the water is a little cold?
Fang Rong filled a container with hot water, checked that the water was warm, and continued. But then the tail started thrashing around wildly again.
"What's wrong now?"
"It's a bit hot again."
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