Fang Hua shook his head. He was quite sensible and took the initiative to help Fang Rong clear the dishes. However, Fang Rong refused, saying, "Just leave them there, I'll do it myself."
He folded the bowls and chopsticks together and carried them into the kitchen. In 2180, everything was automatic. There were dishwashers for washing dishes and automatic cookers for cooking, but the taste wasn't very good, so Fang Rong preferred to figure things out on his own.
He put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher. The machine hummed, and after a while, the lower compartment opened automatically, revealing rows of neatly arranged dishes and chopsticks.
Fang Rong took it out and put it in the kitchen cabinet. She also wiped down the areas in the kitchen that she had touched. When she came out, Fang Hua was still dancing the peacock dance. He seemed to really enjoy it and kept dancing it over and over, completely ignoring his wound.
However, orcs have strong recovery abilities, and the treatment yesterday was done well, so the flesh should have healed by now. Fang Rong beckoned him to stop, "Come here, it's time to change the gauze."
Fang Hua paused for a moment, then took off the tablecloth from his waist and put it back on the table. The pants he was wearing underneath were Fang Rong's, and they were a bit too big, hanging loosely on his hips with the bottom folded up to reveal his slender calves. He was wearing a shirt on top, but because there were too many buttons, he simply tied it around his waist without buttoning it up, so Fang Rong could easily take off his shirt.
The gauze was wrapped crookedly, making it particularly noticeable on his fair chest.
Fang Rong had him sit opposite her, and knelt on the sofa to untie his wounds layer by layer. Sure enough, the wounds had healed by more than half. The orc's powerful regenerative ability had taken effect. Except for the very center, which still retained its bright red color, the outer swollen layer had improved considerably and was not as terrifying as it had been yesterday.
"Not bad, the recovery is going very well." He removed all the gauze, exposing the wound to the outside. The more tightly it was wrapped, the slower it would heal; exposing it to the air would actually cause it to form a callus quickly.
Fang Rong casually brushed his hair aside; because he had sweated so much, some of it had clumped together. "You need to wash your hair. I'll wash it for you in a bit."
Perhaps because Fang Hua did not refuse, his movements were practiced and natural, as if he had done it countless times. Only after he finished did he suddenly realize that Fang Hua probably did not like being touched by others, otherwise he would not have killed the zookeeper.
He awkwardly withdrew his hand. "If you don't like me washing you, there's hot water in the bathroom. I'll prepare it for you, and you can wash yourself."
Fang Hua remained silent. So far, Fang Rong had only heard him say a few words, each time in a simple and casual manner.
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for so long, he had to open his mouth every time he tried to speak, as if he needed to think for a long time.
Fang Rong draped the clothes back over him and went to the bathroom alone. The 24-hour hot water was convenient; he adjusted the temperature and beckoned Fang Hua over. "Press this button every time you shower, and it'll come out hot water. Now that the weather isn't hot, press this one for warm water..."
The water in the sink suddenly surged up, and a silver head popped into it. Fang Hua tilted his head to look at it, water dripping from the ends of his hair, his silver curls swaying in the water.
His meaning was already very clear. Fang Rong's expression softened, and she reached out to touch his silver hair.
Fang Hua is technically a feline, and its fur is still puppy fur. It will only shed its fur when it reaches adulthood, so it feels soft and smooth to the touch now.
His slender neck peeked out from under his shirt, and large patches of skin on his chest were exposed, with freshly stitched wounds that looked like centipedes crawling across his chest.
Fang Rong felt a pang of heartache for no reason. He softened his movements and squeezed out cool shampoo to wash Fang Hua's hair. Throughout the process, Fang Hua was very obedient, raising his head when asked and lowering it when asked.
Sometimes when foam gets into his eyes, he won't say anything. He'll just squint and wait for Fang Rong to notice. His long eyelashes are soaked, and the silver butterfly can't spread its wings. They huddle together and look very aggrieved.
Fang Rong liked his eyes the most; they were deep and beautiful, like those of a mixed-race person, with Western three-dimensional features and Eastern delicate skin.
God must have put a lot of thought into creating him, otherwise he wouldn't be so perfect.
After washing his hair, he rinsed it twice more before finally wrapping it in a towel. Without hair, his features looked even more delicate and refined, but the brow bone between his eyebrows was also more prominent. This bone, which runs through his entire cervical spine, grows from his head to the tip of his tail, reaching a length of about two meters. Of course, this was in human form; after he transformed, it became even more terrifying and protruding.
Fang Rong turned on the hairdryer, and the buzzing sound seemed to startle him. His previously casual expression instantly became alert, which amused Fang Rong.
"Don't worry, this is a hair dryer, for drying hair." As technology continues to develop, some daily necessities are becoming more and more convenient. For example, this hair dryer doesn't dry hair by blowing air, but by using hot air, so it can be a bit noisy.
"Come closer." He found that Fang Hua didn't reject him at all, so he became bolder and allowed him to get closer.
Fang Hua leaned down and half-reclined on the sofa, resting his head on his lap. He seemed to enjoy the position, with his hands under his head, and refused to leave even after his hair was dried.
Fang Rong didn't urge him. He was also a little reluctant to part with his soft silver hair, and would reach out to stroke it from time to time.
"Do you like to dance?"
Fang Hua closed her eyes, her eyelashes forming an arc, casting a shadow under her eyes.
"Let me buy you a dress." Whether it was a prank or to see his reaction, Fang Rong raised her personal terminal and selected items on the 3D projection. "That way you can jump whenever you want in the future."
Fang Hua still didn't react. He was reluctant to part with this rare moment of tenderness, and to him, there was no difference between men's and women's clothing.
"Then it's settled. I'll buy you a dance outfit." He searched for peacock dance costumes in the search bar. Several of the products only had skirts without tops, or they were like wedding dresses with a defined bust, which were not suitable for Fang Hua.
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