It was exactly the same as eating with him; the Fourth Prince felt as if he were the food on this little ancestor's table.
The Fourth Prince chuckled at his own thought; he did indeed seem somewhat like it.
While munching, Duofu kept muttering something, and his plump hands groped around, seemingly trying to ignite something.
The Fourth Prince's eyes grew darker and darker. This little devil didn't care about his life or death at all; he was happily eating up there.
After taking a couple of bites, Duofu gets tired and likes to rub his little face against the rubbed cheek for a while before continuing to nibble.
The Fourth Prince is now certain that he is exactly like the roast duck in the little darling's mouth. Could this little darling be dreaming about eating roast duck?
The Fourth Prince couldn't help but remind him, "Duo Duo, didn't you say you were going to be up there today? Why haven't you started yet? I haven't even taken my pants off."
Duofu was happily munching away when he heard what the Fourth Prince said, and for a moment he was a little confused.
Isn't he right up there?
Where else does he need to go?
After hearing the rest, Duofu's muddled mind cleared up like water had entered it, bringing a moment of clarity.
Yes, he's going to be the one on top today.
He made the farmers the masters.
He had to get the Fourth Prince to call him "brother".
Duofu quickly wobbled and rolled over. The Fourth Prince looked over and saw that the furry head that was facing him had been replaced by a chubby little bottom.
Duofu began to struggle to pull down the Fourth Prince's trousers, but the trousers were easier to pull down before the Fourth Prince could even cooperate.
Duofu then undressed the Fourth Prince and did all that.
Duofu was a little confused again, and couldn't help but ask the Fourth Prince, "Fourth Prince, what should I do next?"
The Fourth Prince pointed to Duofu's clothes and said in a gentle, warm voice, "Duoduo, of course you should take off your own clothes too, otherwise how can you be on top of me?"
Duofu slapped his forehead, his face showing an expression of "that's how it should be," and quickly nodded in agreement, starting to pull at his belt.
Before Duofu could even ask for help, the Fourth Prince had already taken the initiative to help him remove his belt and even his outer garment.
The Fourth Prince was very adept at taking off Duofu's clothes, after all, he had been serving him in dressing and undressing for many years, so he was just skilled at it.
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