My reaction was too slow; it's only now that I've realized it.
Fang Rong washed the other one as well and ate it raw.
Actually, cucumbers are quite delicious if they aren't impure.
"By the way, I'm going to practice yoga today, can you massage my legs?" He also needs to practice splits, which requires many high and low kicks, and he was scolded by the instructor today for not being able to do them.
The instructor said that apart from his decent shoulder throw, his other skills were rusty and only at a rudimentary level.
"Okay." Fang Hua rarely refuses him, except when they're in bed.
How do I press it?
"Just hold it down." Fang Rong squeezed into the room and locked the door after Fang Hua came in, since there were other people around, it was better to be cautious.
If someone accidentally barges in, well, that would be a disaster.
After all, the old man's children and grandchildren often come to stay.
"Have you eaten yet?" The old man liked the windowsill, which was big and comfortable, with a large tatami mat underneath. He could lie down or stand up as he pleased. The coffee table in the middle of the tatami mat had a mechanism that could be pressed down.
Press down and it becomes a complete bed.
Fang Rong sat on it, holding onto the wall and slowly chopped down, but he was already covered in sweat after only going halfway down.
Sure enough, I'm getting old; my bones have hardened, and I can't do this kind of movement at all.
"Help me suppress it." He was going all out, closing his eyes and waiting for the pain to come.
Fang Hua didn't press it down, saying, "It hurts too much, don't practice."
"No, I have to practice." We still need to rescue Fang Hua in a couple of days. The more skills I master, the less I'll have to ask for help. "No pain, no gain. Press the button now."
He couldn't get down himself, so he had to ask Fang Hua for help.
"Then should I press it?"
"Okay, press it quickly."
Fang Hua frowned and pressed down gently, using very little force to avoid hurting him.
Fang Rong's legs were getting closer and closer to the tatami mat until they were touching. She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak and felt completely exhausted.
Practicing martial arts is indeed not easy. Others start from childhood, but he started halfway through, so it seems reasonable that he is a little worse than others.
"Alright, alright, I'm not practicing anymore." Fang Hua felt sorry for him; he hadn't practiced for long before he started complaining about not wanting to continue.
"No, I have to practice." Fang Rong's face flushed red with pain. "Quick, tell me a joke."
"But I can't tell jokes."
"Then sing me a song."
"Oh, oh." Fang Hua quickly knelt down and began to sing at the top of his lungs, "I have a little donkey, I never..."
"Forget it, forget it, let's not sing." You know, singing like that can kill people.
It has to be said that Fang Hua really has no talent for singing at all; he sings terribly, which is a shame given his good voice.
Fang Rong forced herself not to cry out, enduring for more than three minutes before collapsing.
He caught his breath for a while, and suddenly felt a hand moving up his thigh and touching his buttocks.
"Fang Rong, it's been so long since we did it." Fang Hua threw herself into his arms. "I missed you so much."
"Don't even think about it." Fang Rong propped herself up and tried to run away, but he dragged her back.
"It's so beautiful outside, shall we sit on the balcony?" Fang Hua picked him up by the waist and easily carried him on her shoulder.
"No, put me down." Fang Rong's legs were weak, and when she tried to kick him, she pulled a muscle and curled up in pain.
"Fang Rong, I really miss you so much. I haven't slept well these past two days." He showed Fang Rong his eyes. "Can I hug you?"
"You..." Fang Rong was speechless. "If you're going to do it, hurry up. We have training tomorrow."
Tomorrow is the last day. He originally wanted to wait until the Federal Assembly was over before doing it, but he didn't expect Fang Hua to be unable to resist.
I owe you.
Fang Hua propped him up on the balcony, spread his legs, and squeezed between his legs.
This wasn't the first time he'd done it; he had plenty of experience and knew Fang Rong's habits well, specifically targeting his sensitive spots.
Practice makes perfect, and after three or four times you'll have a complete grasp of it.
After kissing and hugging him, they finally carried the disheveled Fang Rong to the toilet to wash him up, since most of his body was inside, and they rinsed him with water.
Fang Rong's legs were already weak, and after what he did to her, she couldn't close them at all. She was limp and had no way to resist. As soon as her buttocks felt cold, he succeeded.
It was too late for him to back out.
I shouldn't have agreed to it.
Fang Rong covered her face, her face turning completely red.
Fortunately, the two of them finished washing up and went about their business. Fang Hua held him as they slept on the tatami mat, his expression one of happiness and peace. He breathed a few times and then fell asleep.
"You didn't even bother to get a sheet." There were trees in the yard, providing cool shade at night. Fang Rong pointed, and a sheet flew up and covered the two of them.
Fang Rong straightened the blanket and covered Fang Hua's chin. He had been tired all day and couldn't afford to catch a cold that night.
A gentle night breeze blew, and the two embraced each other for warmth, slowly drifting off to sleep.
Fang Hua disappeared early in the morning, without even having time to eat breakfast, but there was a bowl of porridge on the table.
It's obvious that Fang Hua prepared this; has this guy changed his ways?
Are you becoming more and more considerate and caring?
Fang Rong helped herself up to brush her teeth and wash her face, then drank the porridge and prepared the old man's meal.
The old man couldn't finish the food by himself, so he kept urging him to sit down. When he saw that the old man's posture was awkward, he joked, "It's good to be young, you can keep yourself busy all night."
Fang Rong blushed slightly. "Yes, he kept pestering me. I told him he wasn't feeling well and couldn't do it for so long, but he still insisted. Look how tired I am. It must be hard to do it up there."
The old man looked at him with a half-smile, as if he had seen through many secrets.
Fang Rong's face turned even redder.
Old man, you know too much, you know that?
It can make people want to kill to silence witnesses.
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