It was just a few small dishes, but he had been so busy drinking that he hadn't had time to eat them, and there was still quite a bit left, which he felt bad about.
Fang Hua had already reached the door when he turned back. After asking someone to pack the food, he carried a large bag of cold dishes in one hand and held Fang Rong in the other.
He used the simplest way to hug Fang Rong, slipping between his legs and lifting him up with one arm as Fang Rong squatted down.
Fang Rong's body was bent over, her two little legs swaying back and forth, her shoes colliding and rubbing together.
He was completely unconscious and just wanted to sleep. He would occasionally try to wake up and make a fuss because of the body aches, but Fang Hua held him too tightly and he had no chance.
After a long and winding journey, we finally arrived home. The old man had already fallen asleep, but he had forgotten to turn off the TV, which was still on in the living room, playing a melodramatic soap opera about a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law arguing in the 1920s.
Fang Hua put him on the sofa, went to the bathroom to flush the water, and came out to see Fang Rong standing in front of the TV, trying to persuade the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law inside to stop arguing.
"We're all under the same roof, why bother? We'll run into each other all the time." He was surprisingly clear-headed this time, and spoke very fluently.
"Let me tell you, this family is either you or me." My mother-in-law is very assertive.
"Fine, I'll watch how Jiajun kicks you out of the house." His wife was no pushover either.
"Really, we're all family now, stop arguing, harmony brings wealth." Fang Rong was still trying to persuade them, completely bewildered.
"Stop trying to persuade us, let's go take a shower?"
"No, I can't just stand by and watch a harmonious family break up like this." Fang Rong persisted, and after another ten minutes or so of persuasion, Fang Hua finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked him up, and ran to the bathroom.
"Don't stop me, I have to... I have to..." His voice grew softer and softer until he finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
Fang Hua put him on the sink, took off his clothes and shoes, and finally even took off his underwear.
Throughout the entire process, Fang Rong was extremely well-behaved, neither scolding nor beating him, and her face remained flushed for a long time, the blush spreading from her neck to her chest.
Fang Rong is actually quite cute when she's drunk, but she absolutely cannot let anyone see her like this.
Alcohol is truly a wonderful thing; it completely changes a person when they drink. However, since he gained the ability to read minds, he discovered that Fang Rong also has two sides—her outward appearance and inner self are completely different. In his eyes, she's also adorable.
Just like before, Fang Hua folded Fang Rong's legs up, holding them with one hand while washing his bottom with the other.
This posture is more like an adult holding a child, with the whole person squatting down and wrapping their arms around the child from the knees, while still having one hand free.
Fang Rong has a thin layer of muscle on her body, and when she stretches out, she has long arms and legs. Putting everything else aside, her figure alone is a big plus. The skin between her legs is also delicate and smooth.
That area was where he washed the most carefully, because he would need it later. It was rare for Fang Rong to be so well-behaved, so he couldn't miss it.
He thought for a moment and put Fang Rong on the toilet, then aimed the hose at his anus. He had given Fang Rong a forced sedation once before, when he hadn't eaten anything and his stomach was empty.
The water was slightly murky this time, but it became much clearer after rinsing and eventually turned into clear water.
Fang Rong felt a bloating in his stomach; the water was bulging his lower abdomen. After all, it was cold water and a foreign object, so it was normal to feel uncomfortable.
Fang Hua made him drink one last time before letting him go.
Fang Rong softly leaned into his arms, occasionally squirming and trying to stand up to leave, but he stopped her each time, eventually carrying her directly to the room.
Perhaps the commotion was too loud, for the old man called out, "Is that Fang Hua?"
"Yes," Fang Hua replied. "We just got back."
"Oh." The old man's room fell silent again.
Fang Hua held a towel in one hand to dry his head, while still holding him in the same position with the other. If Fang Rong knew, he would be so embarrassed that his buttocks were facing outwards, and his private parts could be completely exposed.
The upstairs lights were off, so it was a bit dark, but Fang Hua was a feline and had night vision, so he could see things clearly even at night.
He walked around the trash can, opened the door precisely, and placed Fang Rong on the bed. He was very careful throughout the process, as if afraid of waking Fang Rong, and his face was full of doting affection.
Such moments are rare, and they always happen while Fang Rong is asleep. Fang Hua always likes to do things that are not usually easy to do when Fang Rong is unaware.
For example, right now, Fang Hua suddenly remembered the sex toys he had bought before, a lot of which he had never used.
There are usually opportunities when Fang Rong is asleep, but I'm always worried that he will suddenly wake up. Judging from his condition today, he won't wake up until tomorrow. Maybe I should give it a try?
Anyway, he doesn't feel anything now.
Fang Hua spread his legs and first took out a thong from his treasure box, the kind with three stripes that could barely cover the front.
Fang Rong's buttocks were already perky, and the three lines made them appear even more perky, with the two round balls getting closer and closer together.
Fang Hua pried it open and looked inside; it was pitifully small. You wouldn't know how big it was until you stretched it open.
He twisted it hard, and Fang Rong was hurt. She blinked groggily, as if she was about to wake up.
Fang Hua was naturally unwilling. He had only made a start when he blew out a breath that carried a faint fragrance. Fang Rong tilted her head and seemed to sleep even more soundly.
He wouldn't be disturbed all night, unless he went too far and woke Fang Rong up.
Fang Rong's two long legs dangled limply on the bed, at his mercy.
He first found a rope, bent Fang Rong's knees, and then tied them up with the rope. It looked really cool from behind.
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