Unfortunately, he was wearing light-colored pants, and I could feel the blood flowing down his thighs into his shoes. The worst part was that his newly bought pants were ruined, which was a bit of a shame.
Thinking about it now, I still want to beat him up. Why didn't he remind me sooner? Changing his pants would have been better. After fighting for more than two hours, his pants are all wrinkled. I don't even know if they'll be okay after he irons them.
Fang Rong felt increasingly grief-stricken and indignant as she thought about how she had finally bought a decent piece of clothing that was now ruined.
"Who taught you to do this?" He reached out and grabbed Fang Hua's neck. "You want to kill me with pain, don't you?"
Because he didn't use much force, Fang Hua just twisted his neck and let him pinch him.
He acted like a newlywed husband, believing that no matter how much his wife complained, she was always right.
The road home was quite long. Although the weather was very hot, Fang Hua felt cool all over. It was like hugging a water pillow, and there was still a bit of coolness.
"Turn the temperature down a bit, it's still a bit hot." He treated Fang Hua like an air conditioner, even asking him to turn it down.
Fang Hua nodded, pretending to understand, and used his supernatural ability to lower the temperature around him, making his whole body radiate cool air, just like a real air conditioner, a must-have for any home.
Actually, air conditioning also changes the humidity in the air to lower the temperature, but it's still a bit difficult for him to control. Before long, Fang Rong felt two ice cubes on his legs and his buttocks felt cold.
"Stop it!" His legs were practically frozen solid.
Fang Hua stopped, his palms were covered in ice shards, and the places where he had touched Fang Rong were damp with moisture.
Just now she looked like a girl on her period, now she looks like a girl on her period who has wet her pants.
"Do you want me to dry it for you?" Fang Hua turned to look at him.
"Forget it, forget it, let's not bother anymore." If we stir things up and end up roasting him alive, that would be hell on earth.
"Let's just go back like this." Fang Rong was too weak, and Fang Hua always preferred quiet, so the two of them were surprisingly harmonious, though only on the surface.
Fang Hua actually took this opportunity to rub his butt from below. If he hadn't been too tired to do it, Fang Rong would have protested long ago. It's unexpected that this guy, who appears so righteous on the surface, is actually constantly making small moves.
Although he had long known that orcs had strong sexual desires and spent all day eating and sleeping with little ambition, Fang Hua was still like this even after more than a year of education. It's true what they say, a leopard can't change its spots; their nature is inherently lewd!
"Would it kill you to wait until we get back to do it?"
He had a death wish on his face. He had just tasted the sweetness and wasn't satisfied yet, so of course he was still thinking about it.
However, to put Fang Rong at ease, he stopped, but hugged him even tighter, their bodies pressed together, rubbing against each other with the slightest movement.
Fang Rong sensed it, but there was nothing he could do. He felt that Fang Hua had used all his intelligence in this way. First, he used the excuse of going to the toilet, then he dragged him from behind, and finally he pitifully begged him and even forced him. Damn it, he couldn't resist that at all.
He was afraid that Fang Hua would really force himself on him like an animal, but he couldn't bear to see him suffer, so he reluctantly had sex with him.
Afterwards, my butt hurt like I'd been stabbed.
He was feeling sleepy, and wondered, "Aren't we there yet?" He wanted to sleep; he was exhausted from the day.
In fact, as soon as they reached the edge of the night market, Fang Hua was carrying a bag in her hand and had to carry him on her back, so it was understandable that they walked slowly for fear of aggravating his wound.
Of course, the night market is crowded, and if the people in front don't move, those behind them naturally can't move either.
After an unknown amount of time, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Robbery!"
The noise was so loud that Fang Rong was startled awake. A figure passed in front of them, followed by a female wearing inconvenient sandals that kept falling off as she ran.
"Put me down quickly." Fang Rong patted his shoulder. "Catch that thief back."
The female didn't seem very wealthy either; she was dressed in a rustic way and had a child with her, who looked to be only three or five years old.
"Then what will you do?" Fang Hua was still somewhat unwilling.
"How could a grown man like me be kidnapped?" Fang Rong tightened the clothes tied around his waist, afraid that they would fall down and others would see that his butt was bleeding. It would be obvious that it was from his genitals. The key point is that Fang Hua was fair and tender, and looked more like a bottom than him.
"Oh." Fang Hua put the bag on the ground, turned around and left to chase after the robber.
Fang Rong shook her head, squatted down to comfort the child, supporting her lower back. This action should have been easy, but now it only felt painful. "Don't worry, your family will be back soon."
To be honest, that female was quite careless. How could she leave a child here? What if it gets kidnapped?
Just as he was about to grab the child's hand, someone suddenly rushed from the side, knocked him down, and took the child away.
It was a serial thief! First, he stole things to distract the female, then he came to steal the child. Fang Rongming had a vague feeling that this was the case, but he thought that he, a grown man, would be safe with him there. He never expected that someone would dare to do such a thing.
A series of pains shot through Fang Rong's groin. He gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and chased after the attacker. Someone had actually committed this crime right in front of him—unforgivable!
He is a person with a strong sense of justice, and of course he could not tolerate seeing such a thing, so he chased after it without hesitation.
The man seemed very familiar with the area, turning into the alley with practiced ease. Fang Rong was injured in the back and was in pain the whole way, so she couldn't keep up at all. She could only set up obstacles to stop them based on the child's cries for help.
A clothesline on the second floor suddenly snapped, and more than a dozen pieces of clothing, bed sheets, and blankets hanging on it fell down instantly, covering the person and hindering his movement.
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