Guoguo came over and hugged his leg, "Brother, brother, why is your face red?"
Fang Hua touched it and said, "It's probably because of the hot weather."
The outside temperature is over 30 degrees Celsius; you could be roasted alive just by going outside, let alone just getting red-hot.
Hearing the noise from inside, Fang Rong smiled and lifted the curtain, "Is it sunbathing...?"
He suddenly stopped speaking, and his face unconsciously darkened.
"You didn't get sunburned, did you?" He had originally said it jokingly, but now it was clearly sarcastic.
The truth had been revealed. The proprietress sighed. "Your face, the lipstick." She pointed to Fang Hua's right cheek. "It's very obvious here."
Fang Hua reached out and wiped his fingertips, only to find them covered in red. He immediately froze, sensing something was wrong.
Should I stick my butt out and lie face down, or should I lie face down, or should I lie face down?
The atmosphere during the meal was strange; no one spoke. Occasionally, someone would glance up at Fang Rong's face and find him expressionless, clearly angry.
The proprietress, being kind-hearted, couldn't help but advise, "Fang Rong, Fang Hua is already so old, there's nothing wrong with him dating. Your uncle and I met in school."
"Yeah, yeah," the boss said, trying to smooth things over. "Back then, your aunt was the school beauty, and it took her a long time to win her over."
"You old geezer, I must have been blind to have chosen you," the proprietress joked.
The boss didn't care at all, saying, "It's a good thing you're blind, otherwise I wouldn't be able to catch up with you."
The two chatted and laughed, and before they knew it, they were thinking about the past, and they started flirting again.
Fang Rong said she knew, but no one could tell what she was really thinking. She still had to give face to the boss and his wife.
When Fang Hua returned to his room that night, he consciously lay down by the bed, sticking his butt out and waiting to be beaten. He also picked out a tool next to him, a leather whip, which he found in the box of bedding.
He waited patiently, expecting Fang Rong to smack his bottom as usual and calm down. But when Fang Rong finished cleaning up the kitchen dishes and came upstairs, she didn't even glance at him before picking up the bucket and basin and heading to the bathroom.
Fang Hua quickly got up and followed, squeezing into the bathroom just before the door closed. He didn't say anything, but his attitude of admitting his mistake was good. He was holding a leather whip in his hand, and he took off his pants and lay face down on the sink.
"Go ahead and hit me."
Fang Rong was really angry this time. No matter how much he offered himself up, she ignored him and went about her own business.
Ignoring Fang Hua, he took the initiative to take off his clothes, shower, and go to the toilet, doing everything properly before going out with Fang Rong.
Although Fang Rong was angry, she didn't turn him away; she at least left the door open.
As usual, he lay on the bed, and even if Fang Rong ignored him, he would continue to lie there. Where Fang Rong could see him, he would lie on the table when Fang Rong was packing her things, lie on the side of the bed when Fang Rong was lying on the bed, and follow her when Fang Rong went out to buy things.
Fang Rong kicked him back.
Fang Rong bought two bottles of mineral water, the iced kind. He couldn't tell if the caps were frozen or wet, because they kept slipping. He tried to twist them open several times but couldn't. Fang Hua, on the other hand, easily twisted them open for him.
He's strong enough to crush an entire bottle, let alone unscrew a cap.
"Are you still angry with me?" He saw Fang Rong climb onto the bed and followed her up. Fang Rong didn't refuse him.
"I'm not angry with you." He's angry with himself.
Logically speaking, it's well known that Fang Hua is a heartthrob, often pursued by people who send him gifts and food, and occasionally even bring them home. However, he only accepts gifts and generally rejects other people's affections, not giving anyone even the slightest chance.
The fact that he suddenly brought back a mark today shows that it's still impossible to guard against. Sometimes, the more you refuse, the more enthusiastic he becomes, making him seem even more unattainable, a god among gods. So at this time, he should be magnanimous, otherwise he will be angry forever.
Moreover, getting angry can harm your health and make you seem petty. The other person is innocent; after all, it's not their fault that they are good-looking and popular.
But what if you just can't control your anger?
As she got angry, she lost track of who she was angry at—herself or Fang Hua.
All I know is how to get angry.
He turned his back to the wall and slept on the inside. Usually, he slept on the outside and Fang Hua slept on the inside. This clearly showed that he was still angry with him.
Fang Hua turned around, hugged him from behind, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rubbed her forehead against his back.
Fang Rong pushed him but couldn't push him away, so she just let it go.
After a while, Fang Hua felt a sudden weight on his leg. Seeing that he didn't refuse, Fang Hua pressed his leg down again.
"Take it down."
"I won't take it." Fang Hua not only refused to take it, but also pressed him down even harder, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"Are you going to take it or not?" Fang Rong's tone was a bit sharp.
"I'm not taking it." He looked like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. "Go ahead and hit me."
"You..." Fang Rong was helpless against him. "If you want to hug me, then hug me."
He didn't care anymore and went back to sleep. The light was turned off, and it was pitch black all around.
The two remained in this position for a while, and Fang Rong's biological clock soon struck, making her feel drowsy and sleepy.
Because he was still a bit agitated, he couldn't sleep soundly. In the middle of the night, he kept feeling someone pressing down on him, and his chest would occasionally ache as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
There have been more and more mosquitoes lately, and my whole body is covered in red welts. Some of them were probably from scratching in the middle of the night without me noticing, and the red areas are quite large, but most of them are just small welts.
Fang Rong was a little angry that it was biting her again today. She instinctively waved her hand to shoo it away, but something grabbed her hand as soon as she waved it out.
He was so angry. Are mosquitoes these days some kind of supernatural being?
He's so strong? I couldn't move at all when he held me.
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