[Wearing Books] The little milk fish raised by the master is soft and flirtatious

Sancho couldn't figure it out and simply ignored it. He picked up the clothes on the table and changed himself.

I don't know how Su Zhuo knew his size, the clothes he bought fit him right, but just as a cool breeze blew from the door, he subconsciously clamped his legs tightly.

He doesn't have underwear inside, it's drafty, a little cold...

Coincidentally seeing Su Zhuo who was about to go out, he quickly put his hands under his hands, trotted over, and asked with a slightly red face, "Do you have any underwear here?"

"Pants?" Su Zhuo didn't understand for a moment, thought for a while and said, "You mean obscene pants?"

"It's just... just worn inside, close-fitting, flat and triangular, to prevent the shape from being exposed..." Thinking of the "shape" under his butt just now, Sancho swallowed subconsciously. Drooled.

Su Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly bent one corner of his lips, hooked a finger around his trouser waist, pulled it out, and looked in with his probe.

"It's too small to show." He commented decently, then turned around and strode away.

When Su Zhuo left, San Qiao couldn't help pulling away to look down, feeling a sense of grievance in his heart.

"San San, I used to be big, huge." Now I'm almost turning into bean sprouts.

003: […]

Su Zhuo is very busy every day, even if Sancho lives in the same yard with him, he can't see him often during the day, so he can only drink more water, or soak his hands and feet for a while.

Fortunately, after he almost burned the kitchen once, someone delivered food to him every day, but the disciple who delivered the food always put the food box far away, then looked at him quietly, and ran away when Sancho walked past open.

Sancho looked at himself, he had arms and legs, and he was not ugly.

Later, I simply ignored it, Su Zhuo was full of food, drink and sleep, and a group of paper people, who cares about him.

The peach trees in the peach grove only bloomed and did not grow leaves, and the underside of the tree was often cleaned so it was not dirty. Sancho swept the fallen petals into a pile, then lay on his back and sighed to the sky.

He gently rubbed his little butt with his hands, and after a while, a layer of water mist rose from his eye sockets.

"San San, my butt hurts."

Last night, Su Zhuo even wrapped him in a blanket and threw him out of the room. His ass would still be sore.

【Master, bear with it for a while and the pain will stop. 】

"But, I've been thrown several times, oh..."

There were tears in Sancho's eyes again, it really hurt.

Sancho felt wronged, he sneaked into Su Zhuo's bed several times, and was found every time and was thrown out together with the quilt. Su Zhuo thought the bed he had been lying on was too fishy, ​​so he pushed him into the tub and started over again. When the tail was washed once, he was so frightened that he could only grab the side of the bucket and tremble slightly.

Obviously he could use the shower before.

Obviously he doesn't want to become a fish, it smells bad and soaks in water.

[Master, in fact, you can show weakness and act more coquettishly, maybe the target person likes the heroine type in the original text? ] 003 suggested.

After all, Su Zhuo likes that in the author's setting.

"But Shen Qingqing is a green tea essence." Sancho was a little distressed.

Want to pack green tea?He can't bear it himself!

"Master...mother?"

Sancho hadn't paid attention to it just now, and he was startled by the sudden voice, tears fell from his eyes, he quickly picked it up and put it in his arms before looking over.