The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu looked at the familiar window with some depression. Why did this trip to Jiangnan end so quickly?

He hasn't really gotten the hang of it yet. It's true that the days you enjoy pass quickly.

Just like the National Day holidays in the past, I would sleep one day, eat one day, play games one day, and then sleep for a few more days. When I opened my eyes again, it was already eight in the morning.

Duofu felt that this trip to Jiangnan was particularly unreal. How did he get mixed up with his poop scooper?

Although life seems to be more comfortable after hanging out together.

Duofu blinked his beautiful big eyes and tried hard to recall the happy days he had recently.

Seems to be.

Although his owner used to pamper him, the feeling is obviously different now.

His owner is now taking better care of him, but he was a little worried at the beginning.

After returning to the Forbidden City, what should be done with the beauties in the Fourth Prince's mansion?

Even though I don't have any feelings for it, I can't just throw it away like that.

It is unrealistic to ask the Fourth Prince to divorce, and Duofu has never had such an idea.

He was well aware that he was in a feudal dynasty, and even if he couldn't fully fit in, he wouldn't try to change it.

Because he is self-aware.

He is not so powerful as to change a dynasty. Let alone a dynasty, he feels that he cannot even change a single person.

As for the Fourth Prince, it is possible that he just likes men. Duofu pursed his lips and thought that he might not think like that.

His owner told him personally that he doesn't like men and only likes the little one he has.

When Duofu thought about it now, he couldn't help but feel stars in his eyes and his cheeks turned slightly red.

His pooper scooper also sounds very nice when he speaks sweet words, especially with that slightly hoarse and charming voice.

Duofu felt that at that moment the Fourth Prince was like a goblin, even more like a goblin than he, a real goblin.

Otherwise, how could he, a fan of the enchantress, not be able to close his eyes?

Duofu now likes his owner the most to speak in a low voice in his ear, especially softly, and kiss his little ears by the way.

He must have blushed all over, although he didn't feel shy.

But he couldn't control his body and wanted to be shy, and there was nothing he could do.

Duofu thinks that his short videos in modern times are not in vain. What kind of storms has he not seen?

Although he has no experience, he has a lot of relevant theories.

Plus, I’ve been reading a lot of sketchbooks recently, and secretly drawing the ones I like.

You are a seasoned veteran after all, so why do you still blush so easily?

Duofu feels that he has not exercised enough. He should kiss his owner more often in the future. If he kisses more, he will definitely not blush anymore.

Duofu's idea was bound to fail. Even if his eyes were opened wide, his face and white ears were still red.

Duofu was rolling around on the bed out of boredom, even though his owner had clearly promised to take him to the farm to play when he came back.

They said they were going to a place with hot springs and taking a bath. Duofu had been there before.

But it’s different now.

If he takes a bath now, he can soak in the mandarin duck lotion.

He had never experienced anything like this before. It would be better to put some more flower petals or chrysanthemums.

I haven't been able to control my appetite recently, and I seem to have a little sore throat. Maybe the bubble chrysanthemum will cure it soon.

It is impossible to get him to stop eating.

Duofu turned over the pillow and took out the erotic picture underneath. The movements looked simple, so why were they so difficult to do?

Could it be that his limbs were underdeveloped and he traveled through time?

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to learn these simple moves even after studying for an entire night.

Duofu began to study very seriously, turning over one by one, mumbling something in his mouth. He either complained that the movement was too difficult, or that it strained his waist, or that it took too much energy.

Duofu looked around and decided that the first position was the most suitable for him: lying flat like a salted fish.

He just lies there without moving, leaving it to his owner to move.

Duofu nodded in agreement. He would never listen to his owner's inducement again and would never go there again. It was not comfortable outside and was not suitable for a big salted fish like him at all.

Duofu feels that his owner has not had any special time to accompany him in recent times.

After returning to the Forbidden City, his owner not only had more work to do, but also had to spend some time tutoring the princes in the mansion.

Going into the backyard is still unavoidable. Although there is no accommodation, Duofu always feels weird.

Duofu feels like his owner is not completely his. Even if he doesn't want the concubines in his mansion, what about those little babies?

It's not like you don't want your son or daughter anymore.

Duofu thought of the little baby he liked and felt that it would not be impossible to share some of his money with them.

He is not such a stingy person, so he will not compete with the child for affection.

But others absolutely cannot.

Duofu is a little worried now. He can't be a lazy guy even if he wants to. His mind is not right now and he is thinking about all kinds of things.

Is it easy to be like this when you have someone you like?

He is sensitive and likes to think about all kinds of things.

Duofu feels that he can still confirm that his owner truly loves him.

Otherwise, how could he eat the dishes he had eaten without changing his expression?

Duofu rolled around on the bed for a few times, grabbing the pillow with his hands out of boredom. As a mysophobe, he would never do this if it wasn't true love.

His owner must love him terribly.

But it seems that since he was raised since childhood, it shouldn't make sense that he would like it.

Duofu forgot where he saw it, but generally speaking, for children who have grown up, especially those who have been raised by themselves, they should be cared for more rather than loved.

Duofu's big, bright eyes rolled around. His owner raised him like a son since he was a child. Oh, no, it would be more accurate to say that he was raised like a daughter.

He was brought up in pampering. He has seen poop-scooper owners raising their sons, but that was not how they raised their sons. They were so strict with their owners, never smiling, and had a stern face every day. One look from him seemed enough to scare those little babies into tears, especially the little fat baby.

The baby raised by Li Gege, apart from other things, is definitely in good health. The ones raised in the backyard should all be like this. They will definitely not die young and will grow up safely.

Duofu even forgot to ask when his owner became interested in him?

It’d better be soon, otherwise he’s afraid his little heart can’t bear it.

Duofu was lying in bed doing nothing to kill time. He had been back for quite some time but still found it difficult to adapt.

According to the old rules, he should be in the study reading a picture book now, not lying in the room thinking about these profound questions.

Duofu feels that he is not suitable to think about emotional issues. If he feels comfortable now, then they can be together. If it doesn't work out in the future, then they can break up.

When Duofu thought about this, he suddenly felt much better.

Yes, he should think like this. Thinking too much is not good for him.

Duofu touched the place where his little heart was, and it was beating fast. He was still alive.

Okay, he is still alive and should be quite happy, so don't worry about it.

Who knows what will happen next?

As long as he is happy now and still likes his owner, that's enough.

Anything else was not within his consideration.

It would be too difficult for him to consider everything.

He's not that nice of a guy either.

Duofu closed his eyes and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

He should now think about what to eat tonight, the fragrant roast duck, or the tender and smooth chicken, or maybe the rare beef tonight.

Duofu feels that the probability of cows falling to their deaths seems to have decreased recently.

Is it because winter is coming?

The probability of cattle going out for activities is lower, so they won’t fall to death.

Duofu feels that the only bad thing about being here is that he cannot eat beef freely.

He wanted to have a hotpot, but it was not easy to wait for some beef. He had to wait until the cow fell to its death before the beef could be put in his bowl.

And even if a cow falls to death, the people above will have to share the beef. Only now that I have left the mansion can I enjoy the beef alone if a cow falls to death on my farm.

But it seems that the cows raised by his owner are not easy to fall to death.

Duofu has forgotten when he last ate beef. It seemed to be two years or a year ago.

If it goes on any longer, he will forget what it tastes like.

Fortunately, his favorite food is roast duck, and there is no protection for ducks, otherwise he would have to wait for the ducks to fall to their death.

Duofu felt that the cinnamon hibiscus soup from last time was also good. At least that’s what it’s called. It tasted fresh and light, and it was perfect for a bowl after eating roast duck.

How about asking the kitchen to make some barbecue tonight, Duofu touched his peeling lips.

Forget it, forget it.

If he eats it tonight, his mouth will definitely bleed tomorrow.

He still wants to raise it.

It’s hard to kiss when your mouth is sore.

While Duofu was daydreaming, time outside was passing quickly.

Familiar footsteps began to sound in the yard. Duofu was still lying on the bed in a daze, unaware that his owner had gotten off work.

Duofu didn't look up until he felt something touching his waist, and then he saw the familiar face.

Duofu was a little surprised. How come his owner came back so soon today?

Looking out the window, Duofu didn't notice that it had already darkened, and he blinked his big eyes.

It got dark very quickly today and he didn't even notice it.

Duofu quickly ran into his owner's arms and asked for a hug.

Smelling the familiar scent, Duofu felt very relaxed.

He still likes his owner to be around the most. Just hold him gently and rub against him in his arms, and he will feel an unknown sense of satisfaction.

It's a bit like taking drugs, it's easy for people to become addicted without realizing it.

If Duofu didn't know that the smell on his owner was normal, he would really suspect that his owner was missing some unknown powder to attract him.

Duofu lazily hugged his shit shoveler's waist, and his voice was also lazy: "Fourth brother, it would be great if I could hold you like this forever."

The Fourth Prince's eyelashes trembled slightly as he looked tenderly at Duofu in his arms. It was rare for the little ancestor to express how much he missed him in this way.

The Fourth Prince: "My dear little ancestor, you have missed me so much after not seeing me for so long."

After saying that, he lowered his head slightly and kissed Duofu's forehead and eyebrows.

Duofu was so tickled by the kiss that he felt very happy. He gently pushed the Fourth Prince's shoulders with his hands and leaned his whole head into the Fourth Prince's arms.

Duofu smiled and blushed: "Well, Fourth Brother, I miss you so much. I don't want to leave you for a moment. How about you take me with you in the future? I will go to work with you, too."

The Fourth Prince smiled and shook his head. Let’s not talk about anything else. Can this little ancestor get up in the morning?

The Fourth Prince gently tapped Duofu's little nose, saying in a doting and helpless tone, "You said you wanted to go with me. Don't you remember when you were little you said you wanted to go to the study room with me? But after one day, you made a scene and refused to go again. I won't say anything else, but can you get up?"

Duofu thought about it and decided that it was impossible for him to get up so early. His owner got up at four or five o'clock. Wouldn't it be like asking him to die at this time?

Duofu wanted to grit his teeth and say that he could get up, but then he heard his owner say, "If Duoduo wants to go with me, especially now that winter is approaching, it's freezing outside, can you bear it?"

Duofu immediately dismissed the idea. He felt that he could get out of bed, but in such cold weather, the quilt was more welcoming to him.

Moreover, when he gets up, he takes his time to eat. If he gets up to eat breakfast, it will take him a long time.

Because he is in a half-closed state, it is impossible for him to be clear-headed as soon as he opens his eyes like his owner.

Duofu rubbed the Fourth Prince's hand and agreed in a brisk voice: "Since Fourth Prince has said so, I'd better sleep in and not make Fourth Prince feel bad."

The Fourth Prince touched Duofu's head with amusement. His hair was so soft and felt very good. He couldn't help but touch it twice more.

Duofu was fine at first, but then he started to protest. What were you touching? Why did it feel like touching a dog?

Duofu dodged somewhat unwillingly, protesting in a tone of voice: "Fourth brother, you should touch my head less, otherwise it will be your fault if I don't grow taller in the future. I am not even as tall as your shoulders now."

Duofu became unhappy when he thought of this topic. He clearly remembered that the Fourth Prince was already very tall when he was old. How come he is not tall now at this age?

It's not even as high as his owner's shoulder. This is too unscientific.

He eats well, drinks well and sleeps well every day, so he shouldn't be so short.

Duofu glanced at his owner with some envy and jealousy. Is this the effect of genes?

Even though his owner doesn't like to eat meat and eats vegetarian food every day, and gets up early and goes to bed late every day, has little sleep, and has been under great work pressure since childhood, his height is still increasing rapidly.

Duofu quickly shifted his gaze away and looked at himself. He shouldn't be considered short now, and he was still young and had a lot of room to grow.

There is absolutely no way he can be so short. He is still young, only 15 or 16?

Don't boys usually grow up to 23 years old?

He can still grow taller for another five or six years, so three centimeters a year is not too much.

If he grows like this for five or six years, he can grow another 15 centimeters, almost as tall as his owner.

Duofu decided that he must eat more and sleep well in the future and must not grow shorter.