The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu raised his head and glanced at his owner carefully, still with that half-smile on his face. He looked lazy and relaxed, and his whole body revealed a feeling of comfort as if he was full. He was lazy and had no aggressiveness.

Duofu looked as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but didn't utter a single word.

The Fourth Prince was not in a hurry at all. He kept touching Duofu's neck from time to time. It was quite interesting to see Duofu's expression as he wanted to say something but didn't dare to.

Duofu finally buried his head again, and a small, muffled voice came out from underneath. If the room had not been even quieter and the two people were not close enough, the Fourth Prince would not have had any idea what his Duofu had said.

"Fourth brother, you...you...you...you are awake, why...why didn't you go...?"

Duofu had intended to speak fluently, but his mouth was out of his control. He didn't know if he was too panicked or too nervous, but his speech was halting.

The Fourth Prince did not urge his little ancestor, he just wanted to see how long this little ancestor could pretend.

Duofu felt his face getting redder and redder. The temperature from his skin was a little hot, and he was very uncomfortable with it.

When he grew up a little, he never had such close contact with his owner.

Moreover, in the past, whenever they had contact, they had to wear an inner garment. How could it be like this, with nothing on, just skin against skin? He was so embarrassed.

Duofu wanted to hide to the side, but the big hand pressed down on him and he couldn't move at all.

He didn't dare to struggle at all now, for fear that he would accidentally touch something he shouldn't touch, which would be extremely embarrassing.

He also wants to live a good life and be a little ancestor.

Duofu didn't know how long he had been suffocating in the Fourth Prince's chest. Finally, he raised his head tremblingly, his whole face red. It was unknown whether it was because he was suffocated or for some other reason, but he avoided the Fourth Prince's eyes and didn't dare to look into his eyes.

His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but his eyes looked around and his mouth didn't speak.

Duofu finally gritted his teeth, his big black eyes staring straight at the Fourth Prince's chin, his voice hoarse with some awkwardness and embarrassment.

"Fourth brother, last night, did we fight? Otherwise, why are both of us injured?"

Duofu had no idea what was going on in his head and just blurted out the words.

The Fourth Prince looked at the bite marks and scratches on his chest. Well, they did look like they were from a fight. This little ancestor of his didn’t want to take responsibility.

The Fourth Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, staring straight at Duofu's restless little eyes. He involuntarily increased the strength of his right hand by two points, and his voice became low and hoarse, with some danger in it.

"Huh? Fight? Are you saying you had a fight with me last night? These wounds are all from the fight, tsk tsk."

The Fourth Prince's right hand began to slide downwards and stopped at the slender white waist that could be held in one hand. His little ancestor had a very thin waist. She ate so much but never gained weight. He could hold it with one hand, and he hadn't noticed it in the clothes she wore before.

Duofu's mind is very confused now. He only heard his owner say that it was a fight. He heard it, but he didn't hear any other tone.

Duofu nodded quickly, thinking that maybe his owner also wanted to treat last night as an accident and didn't want to ruin their pure brotherhood.

Duofu was able to relax somewhat this morning, so he raised his head seriously and looked at the Fourth Prince with joy in his eyes, before he could speak.

He felt his waist was a little soft. He didn't know when the Fourth Prince's hand touched his waist, touching him, and it felt itchy and soft.

Duofu couldn't help twisting his body, and his handsome red face couldn't help but smile.

"Brother, it's a little itchy, a little itchy, take your hand away quickly."

The Fourth Prince seemed to have heard nothing and instead increased his strength, causing Duofu to smile even more due to the overflow from her waist.

As you roll and twist, it's easy to touch things that you shouldn't touch, plus it's early in the morning, so it's easy to get excited.

Duofu and the others felt something poking their waists and became obedient instantly. Their little faces were stiff for a moment, their smiles froze, and they looked at the Fourth Prince helplessly.

The two big, round eyes were filled with requests for help.

The Fourth Prince looked at Duofu, who was so frightened that he dared not move, and thought he was very brave, but he didn't expect him to be so timid.

Weren't you very brave last night?

She also complained that he wasn't big enough, or strong enough, and told him that he was not good at serving and needed to practice more.

This little guy is only good at talking.

Duofu looked at his poop scooper who just stood there motionless, looking at him with a half-smile. Duofu's voice became trembling and he seemed a little scared.

"Fourth brother, you, you, you can't be like this."

"I... I was raised by you. No, you can't do this..."

The Fourth Prince looked at the little ancestor who was trembling in his arms and took a deep breath. He really had no intention of scaring the little ancestor away so early in the morning. It was his own fault. He shouldn't be the one to destroy the trouble he had caused.

The Fourth Prince lowered his head and touched Duofu's head. His voice was gentle and a little tempting.

"Well, I know. Duoduo is my child. Didn't Duoduo want to be with me last night? I helped Duoduo last night. I helped Duoduo once. Duoduo, do you want to think about it carefully? Now, Duoduo, you have to help me once too."

"And this was Duoduo's own fault. She was not wearing any clothes in the morning and was twisting around on me. If Duoduo didn't help, I can't guarantee what would happen next."

As he was speaking, the Fourth Prince's hand moved downwards. Duofu felt a chill on his butt and quickly stretched out both hands, tightly grasping the Fourth Prince's right hand, staring at his shit scooper with horror on his face. His shit scooper was targeting his butt.

This won’t do. This won’t do.

Duofu shook his head and nodded quickly. He didn't know what to say for a moment, and just shook his head and nodded.

The Fourth Prince took back his right hand with amusement and touched Duofu's somewhat panicked little face, his voice was gentle and not at all threatening.

"Well, Duoduo would be happy to help, or..."

The Fourth Prince stretched out his right hand again and wanted to touch Duofu's plump buttocks, but Duofu quickly grabbed the Fourth Prince's right hand back as if to please him.

How could Duofu dare to say that he was unhappy?

He could only nod with resentment. If he dared to say he was not happy, he might get a beating on his butt early in the morning.

Duofu always thought in his head that they were brothers, and it was natural for good brothers to help each other.

He eats his food, drinks his drinks, and spends his money. It's nothing to help out occasionally.

Although Duofu thought so in his head, the mechanical movement of his right hand being grabbed still made him feel dirty.

He is no longer the clean Duofu the day before yesterday, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu, he has become dirty.