The Crown Princess’s Loyal Guard Dog - CPLGD Chapter 2

Xie Sicun’s little feet were playfully naughty. Starting with a push from her lower abdomen, her round toes peeled back the thin nightgown on his body. With a gentle hook, her cold toes were quickly warmed by his flesh. Her calf muscles tightened, her rounded nails digging into the muscles of his abdomen as she traced downward along the creases of his belly. Because of his role in serving her at night, the hair below his navel was removed, revealing the delicate skin underneath. Her toes hooked onto the waistband of his pants. Xie Sicun’s bright eyes gleamed mischievously, and the slight upturn of her eye corners made her look like a little cat about to make trouble.

“Want… want…” Mo Shou’s voice trembled a bit, losing its usual calm. It even sounded somewhat coquettish.

“Want who?” Xie Sicun’s voice trailed off playfully, like lotus roots that continued to stretch even when broken, sparking the imagination.

Her bare foot, through the fabric, stepped onto the root of his desire that had already stiffened. That root, which should have been standing erect, was instead being pressed down by her repetitive stepping. The spot was extremely elastic, and Xie Sicun seemed to have found a new toy, stepping on it over and over again while signaling with her other foot for Mo Shou to take off her other shoe.

“Want Your Highness.” Tormented by strong desire, Mo Shou’s jaw tightened. He began to feel dry-mouthed and sweaty at the forehead, a very uncomfortable look.

“Hmm? Want who?” Her toes hooked onto the belt and pulled it down, and the source of that desire popped out. Xie Sicun had never seen what other men looked like.

Perhaps her heart was biased, but she always thought Mo Shou’s member was cute.

It was pink, like a baby’s arm in thickness and length, with a tip about the size of a baby’s clenched fist. Now, the bell end was already showing signs of pre-excitement.

Mo Shou had no manly fishy smell on him, but rather a milky fragrance after bathing.

People of the royal family, no matter how lofty and restrained they claimed to be, were fundamentally indulgent. This was also a personal preference of Xie Sicun’s.

She liked the milky fragrance, liked Mo Shou, liked playing with Mo Shou…

“Want… want…” Mo Shou knew what she wanted, but his rationality still held him back. He dared not overstep.

Xie Sicun had a domineering nature that wouldn’t stop until she achieved her goal. After all, she was the Crown Princess, and without such courage, she would have been pulled down long ago.

Two feet, one bare and the other still in a silk stocking, clamped around that towering member, rubbing against each other incessantly.

A tingling sensation spread from his lower abdomen, Mo Shou’s amber eyes becoming dazed and scattered, his cheeks flushed with a ruddy glow, spreading a spring-like warmth that made even the winter snow no longer cold. For someone like Xie Sicun, who disliked the cold, only Mo Shou could give her such a heated sensation.

Her tender soles rubbed left and right, back and forth, as if trying to spark a fire, and indeed, they did spark a fire, the fire of desire within Mo Shou.

The intense desire shattered the strong mind of the secret guard, erasing all the etiquette of serving he had remembered, leaving only his most genuine emotions.

“A bit, a bit… want just a bit…”

The name of the Crown Princess should be avoided, even her maternal grandfather, the Duke of Ming, couldn’t call her by her name but used a nickname, which was her childhood nickname.

The Crown Princess’s nickname was “Dian Dian,” only those closest to her could call her that. Neither servants nor secret guards had the right to say it aloud.

“Ah ah ah…” His most sensitive spot being manipulated like this, Mo Shou couldn’t help but let out a gasp, pleading, “This servant wants Dian Dian, please…”