The Fourth Master's Dog

Duofu looked at his owner practicing sword in the yard without blinking.

He was lying on the soft chair by the window, looking outside at the colorful fallen leaves. His owner was twirling the sword in his hand with quick and decisive movements, as smooth as flowing water. The whole process was a feast for the eyes.

Especially when the sunlight slightly shines through the leaves onto his owner's face, it's amazing. The high nose bridge, the smooth face shape, and the tightly pursed thin lips, every part of it is tempting him.

Especially the fine sweat on the forehead slowly slid down, drop by drop to the chin, and occasionally a few disobedient beads would even run along the chin to the Adam's apple.

Duofu licked his lips, picked up the half-bottled tea and took a sip, his eyes still fixed outside, not wanting to miss even a second.

Duofu himself didn't know why his shit scooper, the king of curls, could not bear the thought of taking a vacation today. It was simply unbelievable in his eyes.

Some time ago, the prince made him look livid every day, but he still persisted and did not miss a single day.

Duofu rolled his eyes and touched his clever little head, but his eyes were still on the shit shoveler who was playing with the sword outside.

Is today an important day?

Duofu thought for a long time but couldn't figure out why today was an important day.

His birthday has passed long ago, and his owner’s birthday has also passed this year.

Duofu shook his head and said, "Let's not think about these messy and unimportant things. His primary goal now is to appreciate the beauty. It is rare to see his owner practicing sword at this time of year.

Duofu felt a little regretful. It would be great if he could play the flute. It would perfect the atmosphere and mood.

Duofu saw his owner stopped not far outside the yard, so he quickly climbed up from the cushion, put on his shoes and ran outside.

It is better to let him do the rough work of wiping the sweat, so that the owner does not have to do it himself.

Duofu stared at Su Peisheng who was moving not far away, and before Su Peisheng had time to react, he snatched the handkerchief from his hand.

He pounced on his owner with a smile on his face and raised the handkerchief in his hand to wipe his sweat.

The Fourth Prince frowned slightly, then relaxed. Since the young ancestor didn't mind, he would just go along with him to avoid making trouble with him and saying that he disliked him.

Duofu patiently clung to his owner, and started wiping from the forehead in an extremely professional manner. He first slowly wiped the sweat off the forehead, then slowly moved his hand to the chin, and his hand uncontrollably moved to the Adam's apple.

Duofu felt that it was difficult to wipe because of the clothes blocking his lower body, so he planned to reach out and pull the clothes a few times to open the collar a little more.

The Fourth Prince just narrowed his eyes and watched his little ancestor's actions without saying a word.

Looking at his little ancestor staring at him with eyes full of obsession, the Fourth Prince had to admit that he felt very good. He liked this kind of look, and he only liked his little ancestor to give him this kind of look.

Only by looking at such an obsessed little ancestor could he feel a little relieved in his somewhat uneasy heart.

At least this proves that his little ancestor is very obsessed with him, which proves that there is more than just pure family affection between them.

There was desire in the little ancestor's eyes for him, the kind of desire for a lover.

While the owner was in a daze, Duofu reached his little hand lower and lower, and just when he was about to touch the poop scooper's chest muscles.

A slender big hand covered him, and the Fourth Prince stared at Duofu with a half-smile in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice with a smile: "Duoduo, are you going to wipe my sweat? Where are you going? ... Hmm? ... Do you need me to take off my clothes?"

Duofu nodded without even thinking. What wouldn't be allowed for his owner to see?

He has long gotten over the shyness. Now please call him a big pervert. He should appreciate beauty more so that his owner won't miss out on seeing it when he gets old.

Su Peisheng had already tactfully retreated, and there was no one else to be seen in the entire yard except them.

Duofu's eyes sparkled, and his words were quite considerate: "Fourth brother, it's a bit windy outside, let's go inside and take it off. I'll wipe it for you carefully, and I won't miss any drops. I'll really wipe it clean."

Duofu himself doesn’t like sports, but he prefers his owner to move more. How can he have good-looking body lines if he doesn’t move?

Duofu is a face-obsessed person. He can't accept that his owner becomes a fat man one day. If that happens, he might really... run away.

Duofu looked at the handsome and charming shit scooper in front of him, who was emitting the hormones of an adult male all over his body, and he was so fascinated by him that he couldn't tell east from west. He liked it this way.

Duofu grabbed his owner's hand, brought him into the room, and pushed him onto the soft chair.

Duofu started to take off his clothes, of course not his own, but his owner's.

He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on a chair beside him, then began to take the blue handkerchief and continue what he had not finished.

Looking from far outside, you can see a teenager with his legs open, sitting on the waist of an adult man, his slender back bent and his head as if leaning against him. He is wiping something in his hand. The teenager occasionally looks up, and you can only see a pair of big, black and bright eyes, which are full of joy, and the smile at the corner of his mouth can hardly be suppressed.

Duofu wiped it a few times without patience, and then he tilted his head back and started to bite it. Of course, the first bite was at the place he wanted to bite the most.

The Adam's apple that kept rolling up and down was beautiful and kept tempting his Adam's apple.

Duofu saw it with both eyes. Just now when he was wiping his sweat, this Adam's apple was tempting him, rolling up and down constantly, just wanting him to kiss it.

The moment Duofu kissed her, the Fourth Prince's eyes drooped completely, and his long eyelashes blocked the expression in his eyes. One could only feel the protagonist's uneasy mood through his gently trembling eyelashes.

The Fourth Prince's hands quickly and skillfully stripped Duofu, who was sitting on his waist, leaving him with only his underpants.

When Duofu raised his head again, he saw himself almost naked sitting on his owner's body, the confusion in his eyes had not yet gone away.

He was clearly the one taking off his owner's clothes just now.

How come it only took a few blinks of an eye?

Then his clothes were taken off. Duofu looked at his owner, who was smiling with satisfaction, with some displeasure, and bit down on the collarbone below the Adam's apple, grinding it as he bit.

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The leaves outside the window were obviously turning yellow, and they were whizzing down with the wind outside, as if there was no end to the leaves on the trees, they kept falling and falling.