Chapter 026 | 0026 What does Master's penis taste like?

"Owner."

Wu Xian rolled over.

She was on the second floor. The house had a strange design. The second floor was Wu Qian's private area, which would normally be called the living room in a family. It was open and connected to the first floor, including functional areas such as a sofa, kitchen, and dining room.

Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, she looked at Hobart with wet eyes, her cheeks still flushed with happiness.

She realized she had fallen asleep again, unusually so, with vivid dreams. She had even drifted off to sleep while waiting for Hobart, which was quite strange for an insomniac.

Wu Xian had another dream, and she thought about her past with Mr. H.

She became proficient after just one time and was able to immerse herself in the dream well. It is said that dreams can reflect a person's physiology and psychology, and various unhealthy factors can easily lead to being trapped in dreams.

It just so happens that Wu Xian isn't exactly healthy either.

There's nothing wrong with living like this, where you're always the "master" whether your eyes are open or closed.

Hobert came forward and wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes. He then stroked her dark, thin hair, which was a little frizzy and just reached her shoulders, with uneven layers at the ends.

It no longer hangs down to the waist like in my dreams.

This is Wu Qian's masterpiece. When she feels like it, she asks Pei Wenbo to bring a razor and trims her hair in front of her good brother according to her mood. Sometimes, when she sees her brother getting nervous because of her using scissors, Wu Qian will laugh out loud.

When Ms. Wu first saw her hair, she broke down and screamed.

"That's how all mentally ill people are," Wu Qian explained.

Now Hobert is stroking her in one direction, and she purrs contentedly, as obedient as a puppy.

"Master..." Wu Xian called out again, not knowing what she wanted to do.

“Sit still, Cloud,” Hobart commanded.

Wu Xian got up as her master told her to. This time it wasn't a punishment; there was no need to dictate her actions. She just needed to sit properly.

Her gaze was fixed on the man's crotch, and she unconsciously swallowed, wondering what her new master's penis would taste like. She really wanted to eat it.

The new owner was always impeccably dressed, and he never took off his clothes, even when they were playing together.

"What are you thinking about, Cloud?" Hobart leaned down, his lips pressed against Cloud's, not a kiss, just a touch. He spoke, and their lips rubbed together, sharing their warmth.

Hobert wasn't breathing; the only sound they shared was her faint, delicate breath. She blinked, her eyelashes brushing against Hobert, and the words she uttered while holding his lips were indistinct: "Thinking of my master."

Wu Qian has a face full of affection. She is already beautiful even when she doesn't like to talk to people. Now, with her lips slightly upturned and her amber eyes filled with you, she easily gives people a sense of deep and unwavering dependence.

Yet she herself kept saying "I miss" and "I miss my master." It was so vague that it gave the illusion that she was expressing love.

"Bad girl," Hobert thought, but didn't say it aloud. He stroked Wu Xian's chin to calm her down and stop her from causing trouble.

"Wait for me here." He was adept at giving orders in a flat tone, which made Wu Qian involuntarily lower her head. Even though Hobert displayed a refined elegance rarely seen in Westerners, Wu Qian did not take advantage of it.

His cold tone would cause her to gush with vaginal fluid; she was always wet when she was with Hobart, just like when she was clinging to Mr. H.

She was even more obedient to her new owner than she was to Mr. H, perhaps it was the instinct of a small animal after losing its senses.

In short, Wu Xian listened to Hobert and stayed on the sofa.

But she wasn't that obedient.

The second floor is furnished haphazardly. The spacious, single-level floor has no obstructions except for the pillars, and various pieces of furniture are placed randomly without any specific location specified, which is naturally illogical.

The sofa is placed horizontally in the middle, with no walls in front, behind, left, or right, leaving the room feeling empty.

Wu Xian climbed onto the backrest. She sat on it very lightly, and it only caused a slight indentation. When she turned over, her legs were dangling in the air.

She swung her legs a few times, and then suddenly fell backward, crashing into the sofa. Due to inertia, she bounced a few times before stopping, her lower body still hanging on the backrest.

While feeling dizzy from the rush of blood to her head, Wu Qian saw Hobert and gave him a sweet smile.

The host came to her side with the plate in hand.

Wu Xian stared in disbelief, her eyes widening as tears streamed down her face and into her hair. "Master, Cloud didn't do anything wrong."

Is it really punishable to just play on the sofa? What a harsh owner!

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Dog Diary

Huh? A puppy gets punished just for playing on the sofa? How could anyone be so cruel!

The puppy is the most pitiful puppy ever!!!