Dofu instantly ignored the soreness in his body; all he wanted now was to vent his anger and show his owner what he was capable of.
Duofu bit and scratched at the same time, complaining angrily, "Fourth Brother, you lied to me."
After saying that, he went down to gnaw on it again, practically using the Fourth Prince's abs as a teething toy.
The Fourth Prince felt a tingling, numb sensation from the bite; he didn't feel much pain, but rather a pleasant, slightly sour feeling.
However, he didn't dare to show his true feelings on the surface. Instead, he would occasionally show signs of pain and discomfort to please the little darling.
Otherwise, this little darling would get even more angry and hurt himself, and he couldn't bear to do that.
Duofu chewed for a while, then felt his teeth getting sore and didn't want to chew anymore.
She then lay on the Fourth Prince's chest and pretended to cry, opening her mouth wide and howling.
It's all talk and no action.
Duofu howled for a while, but when he looked up, he saw the Fourth Prince looking smug, which made him even angrier.
I'm really bullying people, especially when I feel the physical reaction after giving birth to the Fourth Prince.
Like a spring, it quickly crawled to the side, wrapped itself up tightly, and looked like a baby insect, not even showing its head.
Duofu doesn't want to see his human at all right now.
He never seems to have anything serious on his mind all day long. Shouldn't he be busy building his empire?
What's the point of hanging around him all the time?
Duofu also noticed that the Fourth Prince seemed to be very idle lately, doing nothing all day long and leaving get off work so early. What would happen if he couldn't ascend the throne in the future with this attitude?
Duofu was unhappy and spent the next few days giving the Fourth Prince a hard time. He complained that the food was too bland, the pickles were too salty, or that he didn't like what the Fourth Prince looked like.
The Fourth Prince always had a smile on his face, showing no sign of impatience.
It's actually quite nice when my little darling throws a tantrum sometimes.
Su Peisheng is no good; he's such a spoiled brat, always the one running errands.
Su Peisheng was filled with regret.
He shouldn't have acted so clever in the first place; he shouldn't have seen through his master's thoughts.
If he hadn't seen through it, he wouldn't have been able to move so fast.
Duofu was taken out to play by the Fourth Prince for a few days, and everything went according to his wishes. Soon, the slight awkwardness in his heart disappeared without a trace.
He was completely immersed in the scenery of Jiangnan at night, and he even took his pet owner to visit a brothel.
Duofu felt that the cat owner was very suitable; that ascetic face should be touched by the worldly affairs.
There are so many beautiful young ladies in the brothel; seeing even one is a pleasure.
Since taking the Fourth Prince to a brothel, Duofu has become much more relaxed and no longer feels awkward or embarrassed as he did before.
Duofu's favorite thing to do now is to stare at the Fourth Prince's face, especially the Fourth Prince's face when he's not smiling, it's absolutely gorgeous.
It's so attractive!
That aloof and distant demeanor, the long-standing pressure of a superior, and the occasional unintentional glance in his eyes, especially those tightly pursed thin lips.
Duofu felt attracted to everything about him, and he didn't know if he was in heat.
Otherwise, why would he keep wanting to stare at the Fourth Prince lately?
Duofu, looking like a little puppy, was now lazily lying on the Fourth Prince's lap, idly patting the Fourth Prince's fair and slender left hand.
This hand is also beautiful, with distinct joints, a large palm, and a few calluses occasionally on the fingertips.
The calluses on his hands felt itchy to the touch, and Duofu compared the size of the Fourth Prince's left hand with his chubby paws.
He remembered that his pet owner could wrap his arms around his waist with one hand. He didn't think his waist was particularly thin, since he ate a lot and definitely had some fat around his waist.
Duofu scratched his paws a couple of times, then stupidly scratched his belly. Only after doing all this did he realize that he was a little puppy and didn't have a waist.
She glanced at the Fourth Prince, who was still engrossed in his book, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, no one saw her silly action just now, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing.
Duofu quickly grabbed the fourth prince's left index finger and started biting it intermittently, pretending that nothing had happened.
With such a swipe, it seems like the Fourth Prince's hand isn't that big. How could he grab his waist with just one slap?
Duofu thought about it for a while, then put it out of his mind. At worst, he would find out by trying it out later. There was no need for him to overthink it here.
There will always be opportunities in the future.
Duofu yawned; he was a little sleepy. He shifted his body, found a comfortable position on the Fourth Prince's knee, and hugged his left hand like a pillow, intending to go to sleep.
The Fourth Prince looked down and saw that his little darling, who had been so energetic just moments before, was now dozing off while holding his right hand, his little head shaking intermittently.
After shaking its head for a short while, it stopped moving, and its little belly began to move up and down rhythmically.
Its breathing gradually became even, its little nose would occasionally twitch, and its two little pointed ears drooped down.
The little puppy was curled up in a ball, looking adorable and very well-behaved.
The Fourth Prince gently moved his left hand and found that it was being held quite firmly by the claws, so he let it go and didn't move it anymore.
She reached out her other hand and tapped Duofu's little nose, her tone doting: "You're the best-behaved when you're asleep. When you're awake, you're like a little tyrant, especially lately. You're always thinking about climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."
The Fourth Prince had no interest in reading the book on the table. He carefully picked up Babuduofu with his right hand and carried him to the soft couch next to him.
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