The Fourth Master's Dog

No, no.

He clearly ordered a beautiful girl last night, and he just drank with her and held her hand. He didn't plan to do anything else.

He didn't want to do anything.

I must be dreaming. I must be dreaming.

Duofu muttered to himself quietly, and when he glanced at the naked Fourth Prince next to him, he quickly closed his eyes.

I couldn't help but gently separate the skin that was pressed together and squeeze into the bed.

The little mouth kept mumbling, "I was dreaming, I was dreaming. It's good when I wake up, it's good when I wake up. I'll close my eyes quickly and wake up in a moment."

Duofu closed his eyes and waited for a while. When he opened his eyes again, he saw those small plum blossoms again. He felt like the sky was falling.

This is how to do?

This is how to do?

Duofu remembers that he was very proactive and voluntary last night, and it seemed that his owner was a little forced.

In his mind, he had the impression that the shit shoveler's face looked bad all night long. He looked very struggling, with scary eyes and sweat on his forehead.

I was unhappy when I saw it.

Duofu felt like the sky was falling. What should he do now? Is there anyone who can save him?

Otherwise he should just turn into a little puppy and pretend that what happened last night didn't happen.

But it seemed that it was him who was drunk last night, not the Fourth Prince.

Duofu had a momentary urge to run away. As long as he ran away, there would be no need to solve any problems.

Yes.

He wanted to avoid the problem.

Duofu sat up quietly, looking around with his big round eyes, but he didn't find his clothes.

He recited to himself, and with a whoosh, he turned into a little puppy. Duofu grunted and poked his head out from under the quilt.

He tiptoed on his claws and tried to bypass the Fourth Prince who was outside and run away quickly.

Now, he doesn't have the courage to look at his owner.

Whenever he thought about what happened last night, he felt like he was going to collapse.

How could this happen?

Although he had indeed praised his owner's looks many times in the past, he only praised him from the bottom of his heart, not this, this...

Duofu's head was in a mess. He had just moved his claws out a few times when his body suddenly became airborne. Duofu quickly closed his eyes tightly, tucked his tail between his legs and lay motionless, pretending to be asleep.

The Fourth Prince had a funny look on his face, with tenderness and doting in his eyes, as if he didn't know what to do with this little ancestor.

It’s true that every time I do something bad, I want to run away secretly, thinking that if I run away, the bad thing will no longer exist.

Although he was the one who led the bad thing this time, who told this little ancestor to get drunk? He was not conscious and let him do whatever he wanted.

If you have the guts to get drunk, you must take responsibility for what you do while drunk.

The Fourth Prince had a lazy and relaxed look in his eyes. He leaned lazily on the edge of the bed and held Duofu in front of him and shook him.

"Hey, how come I caught a big rat that was trying to escape so early in the morning?"

"Last night, he was so brave, he kept saying that if I served him well, he would pay to redeem me."

"Hmm? My dear, why are you here so early in the morning? What do you want to do?"

Duofu remained motionless on the outside, but he kept complaining in his heart, "You are the rat, your whole family is the rat." He began to try hard to recall what he said yesterday.

It should be impossible for him to really have the guts to say that he wants to redeem the Fourth Prince as a male concubine. Even if he is drunk, he would not have the courage to do so.

Duofu secretly opened one eye and glanced at the Fourth Prince who seemed to be smiling.

Maybe it's hard to say. His owner is indeed good-looking, especially when he smiles at him. Maybe he was drunk and was so bold at that time that he said such words.

Duofu continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead. He was too ashamed to face anyone now. Logically, he was the victim, but he felt pain all over his body. It was obvious that he was not the one mentioned above. From the book he was reading and the knowledge he had learned before, the one mentioned above was just enjoying it and didn't feel any pain at all.

He is the one who has the worst luck.

If he wasn't wrong.

He insisted on scratching the Fourth Prince's face. Under the Fourth Prince's passionate gaze, Duofu could not help but tremblingly open his big round eyes which were tinged with a hint of timidity.

Duofu no longer thought about whose fault it was. He ran away yesterday, was drunk, and now he slept with the Fourth Prince.

He was just being unreasonable, and there was no way he could put all the blame on the Fourth Prince. Even if he wanted to act like a spoiled child, he had nowhere to go.

Duofuduo thinks that all this was led by the Fourth Prince.

But that’s not the case.

Under the Fourth Prince's gaze, Duofu took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly, turned back into human form, and quickly grabbed the quilt beside him to cover himself up.

Duofu still had some weight, and with a plop, he fell onto the Fourth Prince.

The Fourth Prince let out a soft, muffled groan, and Duofu and the others felt the hot sensation of skin pressing against skin under the bed.

Only then did he feel that he was a fool. Even if he wanted to change back into human form, he should have run away instead of sticking to the Fourth Prince. Now, they were sticking closely to each other.

Duofu's whole face was flushed red, and it was unclear whether it was because of the heat, anger, or shame.

The Fourth Prince would definitely not mind if this little stupid dog threw himself into his arms early in the morning. His strong and powerful right hand rested on Duofu's neck and rubbed it gently.

Duofu just felt like there was a knife on his neck, ready to fall and cut him at any time, and he didn't know what his owner was going to do.

Duofu couldn't accept this. He thought it was good for him to be the owner's male pet and be a little ancestor. He could get whatever he wanted.

It is so difficult to tell others about being a male concubine, and there are so many princesses, concubines and palace maids in the Fourth Prince's backyard. He feels that there is no need for him to squeeze in. He has been quite satisfied with being the little ancestor over the years.

Duofu felt that the ideal solution was for both of them to treat it as if they were drunk and it was just a dream, and everything would be fine once they woke up.

And in this case, what's the matter? His owner shouldn't suffer any loss.

He is the one who will suffer the loss, but he doesn't care about it, so my owner has no reason to care about it.

Duofu felt that since he saw his owner smile just now, he should not be very angry. Maybe this matter can be easily solved.

At worst, just think of it as mutual help between brothers.

The more Duofu thought about it, the more it made sense. His owner wasn't the petty type, so he definitely wouldn't mind. If he was really angry, he wouldn't do that. He should just let him sleep until he woke up naturally.

Duofu felt that the force on his neck was not very strong, and he became more certain of his inner guess.