Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat.
It's okay, it's just a teacup, no worries at all.
Bang!
He also swept the teapot down with a loud crash, smashing it to pieces.
Fang Rong's heart skipped a beat. Oh well, there's no use asking for a teapot since there are no teacups. This kid rarely dances, so I can't spoil the fun.
Bang!
The piggy bank on the TV stand shattered with a snap, scattering its coins all over the floor.
"..."
"Are you coming over here by yourself, or are you waiting for me to come and beat you up?"
Fang Hua cooperated by coming over and sticking his butt out, which startled him.
The room was small to begin with, so there was no room to move around freely. Every move had to be made with utmost care. But no matter how careful you were, you couldn't resist the urge to have fun, so you jumped around more and more energetically, not caring about your surroundings anymore.
"Forget it, forget it, I'll just pick it up and leave it." Anyway, the piggy bank has been used for several years, and even if I beat it up, it won't come back.
"I'll glue it back together for you," Fang Hua said, picking up the pieces as he pieced them back together.
"How do you glue ceramic ones? Forget it, I don't want them." It would be annoying to face another ugly thing every day if I glued one on. "I'll just buy a new one."
"Oh." Fang Hua had already picked up all the coins and put them in the drawer, and swept all the broken pieces out as well.
"Don't wear this anymore, change it." He used to buy women's clothes for Fang Hua purely out of a prank, but he never expected that Fang Hua would actually like them.
He's a male, it's not good for him to always be like this, people will laugh at him. We can't let him develop the habit of wearing skirts.
"Oh." Fang Hua took off her skirt, picked through the clothes while naked, and finally took out Fang Rong's clothes from the closet.
“I want to wear yours.” He was thinner and shorter than Fang Rong, so he could wear Fang Rong’s t-shirts as half-sleeves, all the way up to his elbows.
The beach shorts also reached a little above the knee.
"What's wrong with him?" Fang Rong didn't mind. Anyway, Fang Hua would secretly wear his clothes all the time, even his underwear, and would lose a few pairs every now and then.
He knows exactly what he's doing.
Fang Hua folded up the clothes he had taken off and put them in a small box underneath them, so that Fang Rong wouldn't see them. If Fang Rong saw them, she would throw them away.
It's been so long, it really should be thrown away.
His little box was still locked, mysteriously hidden at the bottom, as if afraid Fang Rong would see it. Fang Rong didn't say anything, but she still paid attention to it in her heart.
"I'm starving. Go buy a bowl of wontons, something light. You can buy whatever you want to eat." He has such a big appetite, a bowl of wontons definitely won't be enough for him.
"Okay." Fang Hua didn't suspect anything, took the money and left.
Fang Rong beckoned, and the box floated over automatically and landed steadily on the bedside table.
"What is this kid hiding so mysteriously?" To be honest, Fang Rong was very curious. He even locked it up. Was it some kind of treasure?
It's rare for you to hide money from me behind my back?
It's possible. Fang Rong recalled that after the last mission, Fang Hua secretly rummaged through the money for a long time and finally found a stack of bills, claiming it was his.
He must have done something like that a long time ago, but I've never seen the money go into the bank; it's probably in this box.
"I won't move, I'll just take a look." Fang Rong was taken aback by the lock. He used his spiritual power to penetrate the lock core, turned the gears, and the lock opened with a snap.
Inside were some odds and ends, pressed down by the skirt.
Fang Rong took out the items one by one: underwear, leftover candy wrappers, disposable chopsticks, a one-yuan coin, and a windmill frame, all the paper pasted together into a ball.
"What are all these things?" His first thought was that they were garbage. Why put these things here?
At the bottom was a gauze pad, still stained with blood. The blood had dried and turned dark brown, and it looked somewhat greasy.
He did remember that.
Isn't this the gauze he used to bandage Fang Hua after he was injured?
Three packs for ten yuan, provided by the company.
When Fang Hua first escaped, he was covered in blood and had terrible wounds. He couldn't bear to look at him and used up half a pack of tissues and roll after roll of gauze before the wounds finally stopped.
Why keep these?
He remembered that he had taken them all apart and thrown them away, but Fang Hua found them again. He didn't know where he had hidden them, but he was able to find them when he moved.
This silly boy, he's hiding his needle even though it's rusty.
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