When he came out, Fang Rong finally caught up with him. "Put down the child, and I'll spare your life."
His body was weak and he spoke without confidence, so the thief was not fooled and continued to rush forward with the child in his arms.
The child struggled incessantly, but to no avail. Instead, the man held him even tighter and hit him twice, quite hard. The child immediately stopped crying.
I dare not cry.
Fang Rong leaned against the wall, panting heavily. His injury was in a rather unusual location; any movement there would affect his entire body. No matter how careful he was, he would still bump into it, and each blow felt like a knife cut.
Why hasn't Fang Hua returned yet?
To be honest, he was a little nervous. Although he was a superhuman and could use the resources at hand, he was so weak right now. If that little thief reacted and stabbed him, he would be finished.
He looked around. This was a remote alley, a row of empty spaces with limited usable items. Fortunately, there were a few usable items on the upstairs balcony.
Flowerpots fell from the sky, landing right at the man's feet and blocking his way.
A car parked on the side of the road flashed its lights. The car lights could shine very far at night and were very dazzling. The thief blocked it with his hand, crawled away from the bed sheet that had fallen on the ground, and suddenly covered his head with it. The clothesline was wrapped around him layer by layer until he was completely covered.
Fang Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both exhausted and excited; he had actually caught a thief.
Footsteps approached rapidly behind him, and Fang Hua jumped down from the second-floor balcony.
Believing that the higher you stand, the farther you can see, he kept running between the rooftop and the balcony, and it wasn't easy to find Fang Rong. He was worried that something had happened to him.
"I've finally found you." Without saying a word, he hugged her tightly, almost knocking Fang Rong to the ground.
He swayed, barely managing to steady himself. "I'm alright, aren't I?"
Fang Hua hugged him for about ten seconds, then suddenly reached out and touched his buttocks, saying, "You're bleeding a lot."
His entire palm was red.
Fang Rong knew this; he could feel the intense sensation of blood flowing down his legs as he ran, and when he looked down, his trousers were covered in blood.
"Okay, take me back quickly." He certainly didn't want anyone to see him like this. "Take the back road."
"Okay." Fang Hua silently squatted down in front of him, letting him get on, "I'll carry you back."
Fang Rong was still a little worried about the child. "Take the child out first, we'll wait for his family."
"No," Fang Hua pouted, unwilling. "You're more important."
"The child is important, the future of our children." Fang Rong glared at him. "Go and bring the child over here right now."
"No hug." Not only did he not hug her, but he picked Fang Rong up instead. "I'll hug you."
"What kind of image does it make for a grown man like me to be hugged and cuddled? Put me down." This position is actually quite awkward. Anyone who has ever been hugged knows that there's no romance involved, only a sense of amusement.
"Why are you disobedient?" They've grown too big for their britches and won't listen to him anymore.
"obedient."
"Then go and carry him."
"I'll hug you."
"Hold someone up."
"I'll hug you."
"You stubborn fool." No matter what I say, it doesn't make sense.
However, while the two were arguing and hesitating, the female caught up and saw her son tied up with the villain. She rushed over and beat the villain, pulling her son out.
He looked around but couldn't find any kind people, so he knelt down with his son in his arms, tears streaming down his face.
After they left, the two of them emerged from the corner; to be precise, Fang Hua carried Fang Rong on his back.
The position of holding something was really embarrassing and awkward, and Fang Rong absolutely refused, so there was nothing he could do.
After a night of tossing and turning, Fang Rong was exhausted and drowsy. She was half asleep on his shoulder and didn't even react when they got home. When he put her on the bed, she crawled under the sheets herself.
He was still bleeding from behind, and the place was a mess. Usually, he was the one taking care of Fang Hua, but today it was Fang Hua taking care of him.
The first thing to do, of course, was to strip him naked, then fill a basin with warm water and wipe it down his chest.
Fang Rong, unusually, did not refuse. He was almost asleep as soon as he touched the bed and had no energy to fuss.
The basin of water was quickly soaked, so Fang Hua changed it to another basin. He grabbed Fang Rong's ankle and wiped his legs from the calves to the back. After wiping both sides, he started to spread his legs apart to look inside.
The flesh was a bloody mess, with the tender pink flesh turned inside out; it seemed the treatment had really gone too far.
Fang Hua took out a wet towel and dabbed it repeatedly, always keeping the pressure gentle enough not to hurt him. Even so, Fang Rong kept contracting, and the more he contracted, the more it hurt, until he almost woke up.
At this point, Fang Hua would stop what she was doing and wait patiently until he fell asleep before continuing to wipe.
Wiping his butt was extremely difficult, taking more than an hour to finish. He then took Fang Rong's pants and underwear to wash.
There's blood on it, so it's not easy to wash off, and the color is light, making it even harder to wash.
Fang Hua rubbed it several times without any improvement, so he simply soaked it in water. The underwear was dark-colored, so no blood was visible. He just gave it a quick scrub and it hung there.
I looked out the window.
Finally, he pulled down the sheets and mopped the floor. Because what he did today was particularly dishonest, he was unusually well-behaved. He didn't even sleep and just tidied up the house, cleaning here and there, cleaning the whole house from top to bottom.
They didn't even spare the shoes, they washed them all, including the shoes Fang Rong was wearing.
He did a thorough job, finishing inside and out, and it was almost dawn by the time he was done. Fang Rong even got up once in the middle of the night, talking about his new pants. She went to the bathroom and took a look, and her heart broke.
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