【Emperor Chapter 17】I'm Not Little

Chu Jiao was stunned when she heard this, but then she nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.

She watched the boy grow up, and of course she knew that he had never been involved in love affairs, and she had already found a reason for him in her heart. The boy was at an age of shyness and curiosity. As a person who had experienced it, and now he was his personal eunuch, she certainly had the obligation to teach him well, so as not to let this young sapling grow crooked.

After all, her mission can only be completed slowly after the sapling grows into a big tree.

But she forgot that the boy was not a sapling.

He was a wolf cub.

Although he has not grown into a wolf king yet, he has been raised by her to be smooth and slick, and can eat meat.

Jing Chen was just angry, but he didn't expect the young eunuch to really come up to him. Before he could stop her, her fair hands reached into his quilt.

"...Hmm!"

Chu Jiao was afraid that the boy would be embarrassed, so she didn't lift the quilt. She just groped over his thighs and grasped the hard object.

The boy's thing was like his, straight and slender. Although it was thick, it could only be held in one hand, but its length was already impressive. Chu Jiao gently circled it with five fingers and slowly began to slide up and down.

Jing Chen had no time to think about anything else, and he was immersed in the pleasure he had never experienced before.

The girl's hands were like snakes, winding around his hard object, sometimes moving it up and down, sometimes rolling and kneading. She was patient and meticulous, just like she had taken good care of him in the past, and she did not ignore the slightest bit of his hardness.

Her fingertips sometimes brushed over the top of his crown, gently circling around his tip, and sometimes roamed downwards, kneading his balls. Jing Chen stared at the person in front of him with his eyes downcast, and could no longer bear it, so he threw her onto the bed, and shot his thick semen in the morning into the hands of the person under him. The

only sound in the room was rapid panting, and Chu Jiao put her other hand in front of her chest in time, blocking the boy's chest: "Master, please get up quickly~"

"Don't..." Jing Chen buried his head in the little eunuch's neck, and his breathing made Chu Jiao itchy.

"Am I useless?" Jing Chen remembered that the third and fourth brothers had competed with each other on the time they had spent on this thing, and felt that he was too fast.

"What?" Chu Jiao took a long time to understand, and couldn't help but patted the head of the person on her shoulder with a smile, "Master, you are still young, this is normal."

"I'm not young anymore!"

Jing Chen only realized Xiao Ba's feelings at this moment. It was really unpleasant to be said like that.

"Okay, okay, our Sixth Prince is an adult, and he is already a man who stands tall and proud." Chu Jiao still echoed Jing Chen's words as if comforting a child in the past.

Unexpectedly, this time, the boy was not so easy to get rid of.

"Come on!" Jing Chen bit the little eunuch's neck as if to prove himself, but the moment his tongue touched the skin, he was attracted by the tender skin and licked it for some reason.

He recalled the bathing picture he saw that day. The warm water drops rolled down from the shoulders and neck, sliding to... sliding to...

"Hmm~ah~"

Chu Jiao moaned reflexively, and the half-soft object in her hand stood up again with great vigor and vigor.

"Master... Hmm... Don't lick... Get up quickly... This is against the rules..."

"Rules?" Jing Chen did not listen to the eunuch, but moved more wantonly, his tongue went down along her collarbone, "Little Dumpling, sooner or later, my words will be the rules..."

"By then... No one will dare to bully you..."

Chu Jiao was stunned by the boy's refusal because of the boy's solemn words.

She has walked through so many worlds, and in every world, the male protagonist is strong and confident, like a big tree, protecting her from wind and rain, making her feel at ease. In comparison, the boy is undoubtedly the weakest. He is still a sapling, but he is determined to grow up as quickly as possible for her.

"Master..."

"Call me Achen," Jing Chen stood up, his eyes covered by the mask with only black pupils left staring at Chu Jiao, "When no one is around, call me Achen."

"Little Dumpling, what's your name?" Jing Chen wanted to know more about this person, to know all of her, not the side of her that only showed him the respectful relationship between master and servant.

"...Chu Jiao."

"Although... Little Dumpling still sounds delicious..." Jing Chen still smiled and touched the little eunuch's forehead, the two of them were nose to nose, very close, "Can I call you Ajiao?"

The boy's black eyes seemed to be shining with stars, making people's hearts beat.

Chu Jiao's words of refusal were stuck in her mouth. She only heard herself answering like a possessed person: "Okay."