Do I need to touch the buttocks to get treatment?
Don't try to fool me because I'm not well-educated.
Fang Hua ignored him and continued to calmly touch his buttocks.
A surge of white light came from below and shone up on him.
Fang Rong looked ashamed, but thankfully it didn't last long, and the guy withdrew his hand.
This is really bad.
Fang Hua is getting harder and harder to please. He's obsessed with that kind of thing all day long, like a man driven by lust. Luckily, he doesn't have any other flaws, or I would really run away from home and abandon him.
Fang Rong's wounds, large and small, disappeared, and her skin returned to normal. However, it seemed to be very difficult to do this, and even Fang Hua, with his strong superpower, couldn't keep it up.
She fell into his arms with a thud.
Is it real or fake?
Is it an act?
Hey, you've already passed out, why are you still touching people like that?
Are you kidding me?
If Fang Rong hadn't been too weak to move, she would have kicked him. This guy is getting more and more shameless.
Fang Hua had had enough of petting him, and then he fell asleep peacefully in his arms. These past few days have been filled with training and competitions, this guy must be tired too.
He was so excited just a moment ago, but now he's turned into a wild beast.
He rarely seems to transform. Ever since he first turned into a baby and was praised by Fang Rong, he hasn't changed back much.
Fang Rong remembers the first time very clearly; it was probably one afternoon.
He sat by the window cutting paper snowflakes. With the Chinese New Year approaching, the price of paper snowflakes had gone up, and there were so many people buying them that supermarkets couldn't keep up with the demand.
Whenever he had free time, he would sit by the window cutting paper, while Fang Hua would lie on the bed, hugging his pillow and sleeping soundly.
It would rub against it from time to time, leaving its saliva on it.
It's raining outside the window, drip-drip-drip.
A loud crash suddenly came from under the bed.
thump!
The little one fell to the ground, whether he rolled over or something, and the pillow fell down with him.
There were no cries or screams.
Fang Rong was worried, so she put the scissors on the table and ran to check.
A baby, only a few months old, struggled to drag his pillow over. He couldn't walk yet, crawling on all fours for a while and then resting. His eyes were wide open, and his long eyelashes fluttered from time to time like two small fans.
That adorable little face really softens your heart for no reason, making you want to take it home and cuddle it.
Fang Rong squatted down and picked him up, saying, "If only you could stay like this forever."
If only you could stay like this forever...
How wonderful it would be if things could always be like this...
So that's how it is.
Fang Rong suddenly realized that it was because he had said that it would be great if Fang Hua could always be like this, that Fang Hua rarely revealed his true form. He probably also knew that his true form was ugly.
But it seems okay now, not as ugly as before.
It used to be like a half-roasted duck, completely bald with no feathers.
His body was thin and weak; his skin was just a thin membrane, and you could see his blood vessels and internal organs.
Now it's fluffy like an enlarged cat, its silvery-yellow fur shiny and glossy, it's very well cared for by him.
It's a bit tall, over two meters tall, so you have to look up to see it. Plus, its tail is over three meters long.
Fang Rong moved her fingers and felt her strength slowly recovering. At this rate, it would take at least until tomorrow to fully recover.
Looks like I'll just have to put up with it today.
Fang Rong closed her eyes, intending to go to sleep, but as soon as she did, her stomach rumbled.
It turns out I was hungry. Come to think of it, I hadn't eaten since lunch. Later, I got angry and went to training by myself. My hands were even bleeding from the friction, but I didn't think about eating. I didn't expect to be so hungry at night. My stomach was growling loudly.
Fang Hua was woken up by him and stared at him blankly, rubbing his eyes.
"What are you looking at? Go to sleep." Fang Rong glared at him. "You won't die from going hungry for one night."
“But you’re hungry.” Fang Hua got up. “I’ll go cook for you.”
"No need to cook anymore. Is there any leftover food? Just bring me some." It's so late; the old man is probably asleep. Making too much noise will wake him up.
"Mmm." Fang Hua agreed verbally, but lingered downstairs for a long time before finally coming up in his slippers, carrying a bowl of porridge.
Fang Rong has recovered a bit and can eat by leaning against the pillow. Just as he was about to take it from her, Fang Hua hid behind him.
"I'll feed you."
The porridge was still hot. It seems this guy is quite thoughtful, knowing he can't eat cold food right now, so he specially heated it up.
I just got hit twice, and my stomach is cramping. The external wounds have healed, but my stomach still hurts a little.
"You only made porridge for the old man? Didn't you cook a couple of dishes?" Fang Rong tilted her head and drank the porridge that was offered to her.
"I smashed a cucumber," Fang Hua said smugly.
"How was it filmed?" Fang Rong asked, intrigued.
"It'll be fine if you just smash it."
"..." Is it edible? "What did the old man say?"
After all, he's the boss, so we have to consider the old man's feelings.
"The old man praised me."
"You've taken stupidity to a whole new level?" Fang Rong asked incredulously.
"No, I didn't," Fang Hua retorted. "Look, I cooked it perfectly fine."
"If you've got the guts, bring the bottom of the pot up and let me see." It's definitely burnt again.
This guy always reports good news and never bad news. No matter how tough or difficult things are outside, he won't tell him. At home, he'll just do whatever he wants.
Just like last time when she was injured but didn't say anything, she still knelt on the washboard. If he hadn't accidentally discovered it, she might have continued kneeling there indefinitely.
Knowing his temperament, he probably burned the bottom of the pot again, and then only served the top part, making it look like it was cooked perfectly.
Fang Hua was spineless, so he remained silent.
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