Chapter 132 The Master is Too Much

"Master, are you okay?"

Carlos leaned over, and the fresh and elegant scent of daisies, mixed with the strong hormones of a mature masculine, spread from the slightly open collar.

The thin silver chain slid down from the sexy, slightly protruding collarbone, brushed across Wen You's cheek, and fell into the collar along the neck, feeling cold to the touch.

The young man's solid body was like a thick wall, half surrounding the girl on the sofa.

Machido was dumbfounded. He clearly couldn't see anything, but he still couldn't help turning his head away.

The boss is still good at playing.

"I'm fine."

It was just choking on my saliva, not being stabbed.

Wen You pushed against his stiff chest, and Carlos felt the resistance on his neck and looked along the stretched silver chain.

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Carlos didn't know what he was recalling, but two furry pointed ears suddenly appeared on his head, trembling with excitement twice, and then lowered into his flame-colored hair.

"Sorry Master, my mistake."

He bent his index finger slightly and hooked out the thin silver chain from in front of Wen You. He put his nose close to it and sniffed it, then wrapped it around his neck a few times. It looked like a simple necklace.

Machiduo's eyes were on his nose and his nose was on his heart. What was the boss doing with Master Wenyou? What mistake? Where was the mistake? Ahhhhhh!

He wants to eat food!

Wen You was almost so cute by the little ears on the man's head that she bled and quickly took two gulps of cold water to calm herself down.

Evil vixen.

I can't stand it anymore, he has a fever.

Want to rua.

"Master, come and take a look? I remember that in your hometown, you have to wear new clothes during the New Year."

Carlos stood in front of the clothes rack seriously, curved his lips to invite Wen You, his two pointed ears stood up in his hair, and he was casually moved.

The clothes are categorized by color, ranging from everyday styles to gorgeous dresses, and matching accessories are placed on the shelves.

Wen You walked closer and found that these clothes were not only for women, but also many for men. They had similar colors and designs and looked like couple outfits.

There is one set of women's clothing and eight sets of men's clothing. It is obvious who they are prepared for.

Carlos even repaid kindness to Luan Ye and Yun Xu, who were in animal form, by custom-making small dresses specifically for their animal pets.

The people who match these clothes have very good aesthetic taste. Each set has its own characteristics and is beautiful and eye-catching.

Wen You looked at them one by one and was mesmerized. She originally thought that the array was too large, but now she couldn't find a single thing she didn't like, especially when she thought of the male model at home...

Ah, the males in the family would look very pleasing in it.

Carlos was standing next to a row of hangers with cool fabrics. When Wen You walked over, he took the girl's hand and bent down to kiss her greedily again and again.

The charming peach blossom eyes stared straight at her, and her ears tilted as she bent over, looking soft and elastic, so cute that it was unfair.

From a high vantage point, Wen You glanced down and found that his big, fluffy and soft tail was also sticking out from his lower back. The white hair at the tip of the tail was like a cloud, swaying happily.

"!"

That's enough.

Wen You has tolerated him for a long time. If there were no outsiders present, she would... destroy the fox with ruthless hands.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen You tried to shift his attention to the clothes rack next to him.

Carlos finally felt a little embarrassed, his ears were swollen, and he stammered, "Please stop looking at it, these are for the males in the family."

Wen You took out an apron with bells on it and asked, "What is this?"

Carlos ran his long fingers through the hair and pressed down his overly excited ears. The whole fox was almost turning red.

He answered seriously in a low and hoarse voice, "Someone feels like a husband."

Wen You quickly asked someone to send away the shelf of strange things, but Carlos stubbornly kept the two collars and even held them around his neck to gesture a few times.

One is khaki with rivets, and the other is black leather with silver buckles. He has a clear understanding of himself and is even self-conscious enough not to sit at the table for dinner.

After the staff left, the smart housekeeper stored the jewelry left behind in the warehouse, and clothes and other items were sent for cleaning and disinfection. The fully automated process is very worry-free.

Wen You pushed Carlos, who was half a head taller than her, down on the sofa.

"Wait, wait! This isn't the right place, Master. I..."

Carlos glanced at the wide-open door of the villa. Warm golden sunlight shone in a corner, and the wind blowing in brought the fresh scent of grass and trees outside.

The shirt, which originally fitted her, was now showing the shape of her bulging muscles due to the half-lying down position, and it also added a sense of oppression.

Carlos felt a warm and soft touch moving up from his chest, his fingertips touching his collarbone where the collar was open, and a tingling and hot feeling suddenly rose up.

The living room where people might pass by at any time, fingers playing with his shoulders and neck.

My master, she is so excessive.

Carlos suppressed his moans, held his breath, and waited for the girl's next move.

Click.

Wen You simply untied the burgundy collar around his neck.

Because it was fastened so tightly, two light red marks were left on the man's neck, making him look a little fragile.

"You don't have to torture yourself like this. I never said anything about making you a husband's slave."

Wen You gently massaged the skin on his neck, and surging mental power emanated from her palms, like warm sunshine, slowly soaking into the restless fox.

Carlos was very anxious. He grabbed the slender wrist and kept pressing it on his face to stroke it.

"Master, am I not even qualified to be your husband's slave? Please tell me how I can be forgiven..."

Wen You was a little helpless, and took the opportunity to rub his plush ears, which felt good to the touch. "That's not what I meant, and I didn't remove you from the list of guardians. You figure it out yourself."

She didn't want the fox to get too proud, so she healed the marks on his neck and planned to leave.

The moment she stood up, Carlos finally came back to his senses from the shock, and his huge fox tail rolled her back wantonly, and they both fell into the soft sofa.

His voice trembled as he asked his master in disbelief, "Are you saying what I think you mean? I can hug you, kiss you, and serve you with my body just like them..."

Wen You struggled a little, "You've already hugged me, why are you still asking?"

She basically never uses force at home, always feeling that she is too tough and would lack a lot of fun, so she is willing to cooperate with them in most situations.

Carlos' blood was boiling, his heart was beating like a drum, his pulse was pounding like thunder, his hands were uncontrollably clasped around the girl's waist, and he raised his head and kissed her passionately.

He was like an insatiable beast who could not get enough of the taste of his master. His lips pressed against her lips, his nose rubbed against hers, stirring up a storm in her mouth.

Wen You was shocked by his reckless ruthlessness. It seemed as if Carlos instantly switched from a kneeling puppy begging for mercy to a dominant role in control of everything.

...Who just rejected the living room?

Wen You didn't have this strange habit, and was just about to kick away a certain big fox that was getting more and more excited the more he kissed her -

“Hiss—Sister? Brother? You guys…!”