Chapter 099 | 0099 The owner was never abandoned by the puppy
"Harold, take off your clothes. Didn't we agree to draw?"
The petite girl straddled the man's hips, writhing, her pale, slender hands pressing on his belt, determined to make him expose his genitals.
The scarred man, who looked as dangerous as a wild beast, merely opened his narrowed eyes slightly, like a lion dozing off, showing no wariness at the sight of the mischievous little bird.
Harold lazily and easily restrained Wu Xian's hand.
Two slender wrists were pressed together, and he placed a cold kiss on them. "Then let's draw. Why take your pants off? You're so bold."
Wu Xian tried to struggle, but resistance was utterly insignificant in the face of absolute power.
She wanted to defend her boldness, but found her state of mind too strange, and couldn't find a reason no matter how hard she racked her brains.
Wu Xian is a very sensitive little dog, not that she is afraid, but she doesn't easily show a relaxed attitude. Even after so many years with her brother Pei Wenbo, she still has a prickly side.
The fact that she dared to cause trouble for this man indicates two things: first, her subconscious belief that this dangerous model was completely harmless; and second, her quick acceptance of his intrusion.
This is really quite incredible; it was only like this when I first met Hobart.
Thinking of her master, she stood up again with worry. She chatted with her master every day, but precisely because of this, the longer her master was away, the more lies she told.
The puppy was inevitably scared.
"What are you thinking about?" Harold's voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the man's charming face and felt that it was all her master's fault for not keeping a close eye on her.
That's just how puppies are, it's so unreasonable!
"I want it, um... I want to make love." Ever since that night, Wu Xian has been clinging to Harold. Unlike Hobert's starvation education, Harold almost always gives in to her desires. He even goes a bit overboard in satisfying Wu Xian's desires. Every time, the little dog has to beg for mercy pitifully. Whether it's the living room or the art studio, the sofa or the wooden stool, they are all covered with the vaginal fluid that Wu Xian sprayed because of Harold.
The house, which belonged to the owner, bore traces of having sex with other men, which was one of the things that both troubled and pleased Wu Qian.
"Sure, but there's another condition this time."
"condition?"
"Didn't you say you had some communication with your master for a period of time? Show it to me, I want to see it."
Wu Xian hesitated for a long time before deciding what to do.
Harold always agreed to every request she made seriously, so this time she needed to give an answer as well.
Agreeing means the relationship can continue, while refusal means it ends.
Ultimately, the temptation of sex was greater, and the puppy apologized to its owner in the distance, taking out the box of treasured letters.
This is a box specially made by Hobart for Ussling. It has different compartments, and the letters that the dog sends out and the letters that the owner replies to are all sorted out and put away.
"Here it is."
Harold was the one who wanted to see it, and now Harold was the one saying he'd wait a bit longer. He asked Wu Qian, "Why did you send the letter?"
"Because...because I miss my master."
"miss."
"Well, my master and I were separated back then, so I sent him letters. My master was such an old-fashioned person back then, he only wrote letters." Wu Qian chuckled as she said this, as if it were something particularly interesting.
When Harold asked her, "So you didn't abandon your master back then?"
Wu Xian was puzzled. "I don't quite remember because I have amnesia, but why would I abandon my master? No... right?"
Harold stared at the letter in silence. He hadn't expected his brother to fabricate a false memory, but when Wu Qian said she wouldn't harm her master, he still felt an impossible pang of fear.
He stroked the puppy lying on his lap, then took out the letters Wu Qian had sent out one by one, tossing aside the thief's reply. Looking at the thick stack, he decided that he didn't need to let the puppy regain its memories.
In this way, the "owner" was never abandoned, and the puppy was always a happy puppy, the owner's puppy.
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Just spoil the puppy, Harold.
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