If he didn't understand Fang Hua's temperament, he would have thought that this was a posture to break up.

Fang Rong kicked him, "Do you understand romance?" How can I give a kitchen knife on my birthday, even if you help me cut it for a while, I'll be happy. ”

"Then I'll cut it for you." It is impossible to make Fang Hua romantic, and the things that he cherishes are not necessarily rare.

He likes sweet, honey cakes and the like, in case he gets a piece of honeycomb and gives it to him? Isn't that a wasted effort? He can do honey whenever he wants, but he is afraid that he will not find the honeycomb.

However, there are a lot of honeycombs in the forest, because there are many flowers and plants, and there is basically one every other road, which is easy to find.

"You'd better forget it." This belongs to fine work, and ordinary people can't do it.

"Yes, I'll work hard, Fang Rong will grasp the direction." Fang Hua hugged him from behind, his fingers covering his hands, trying to do what he said, he exerted force, and Fang Rong grasped the direction.

Hiss~

Fang Rong gasped, and his left hand, which was holding down the medicinal herbs, hurt, and he had already broken a breath.

(▼Dish▼#), "Look at it, this is what happened to your nonsense." ”

Can this be played?

As soon as he played, it was miserable, Fang Rong stuffed his hand into his mouth, and took the bleeding place in his mouth, asking Fang Hua not to cut it, in case he cut his hand as well.

"Stupid, treat me." His fingertips were bloodless when he took it out, but it oozes out again after a while.

Fang Hua held his wrist and blew lightly, a cool breath sprayed, and the hand healed quickly, but the body healed the nerves and still remembered the pain, it was not particularly painful, it was just a twitch and a twitch, reminding you one by one, I was in pain, the kind of pain that I couldn't ignore.

"Forget it, I won't cut it today." He was so tired that he just wanted to sleep.

Because of the urgency, there are many people, and this thing is difficult to cut, Fang Rong has been cutting for almost a day, and his whole arm is sore.

He also thought about cutting it with his ability, but after a while, he was sweating profusely, and he was more tired than himself.

After all, if you use an ability, you have to work hard, and it's okay to say it in one or two hits, but if you have more, you'll be tired.

Fang Rong put down the kitchen knife, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep not long after, the kitchen knife was placed on the side of his table.

Despite all kinds of disgust, just think about what Fang Hua gave and reluctantly accept it, it's better than nothing.

As soon as he lay down, a black shadow suddenly appeared on his head, Fang Hua sat on the edge of the bed, pressed his arm and massaged him, his technique was sophisticated, as if he had done it countless times.

Hold his wrist and press it up one by one, probably with him a lot, he is basically there when Bazaar teaches, and he can also learn a trick or two.

Fang Rong snorted in enjoyment, Fang Hua was even more energetic, pressing from his arm to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his back, and finally directly into his buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Fang Rong stopped him.

"Give you a massage."

"I don't read much, don't lie to me, massage needs to put your hand in?" （‵□′），

"Hmm." Fang Hua nodded, "I know you don't read much and don't have enough IQ, but you can decorate soy milk and pretend to be." ”

(▼Dish▼#), this is a joke, right? Right, yes?

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