The Little King

Extra | The Crybaby Prince and His Princess

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In Zang Xu's cognition, the only intersex people that he knew were his mother and Xia Chun, he inferred that his younger brother's knowledge should also be like his. So when he heard Zang Yue saying that the person in the painting was like Ah-Ma, he didn't think anything was wrong.

He had his own thoughts in his heart and it took him a while to speak, "I- I think he's a bit like brother."

His voice was too small, Zang Yue didn't hear him clearly but neither of them cared because their attention was lost.

He had just viewed an increasingly daringly obscene painting, Zang Xu had a spring dream that night. Of course, he had had similar dreams in the past because of his age, but the dreams weren't as clear as this time.

In the past, he dreamed of Xia Chun and was full of joy, he wanted to do something excessive but was too innocent at that time. Even in his dreams he only dared to kiss his brother and put his brother's small hand on his cheek, he could be satisfied with just this.

Unbelievably, this time, he finally made some bold moves.

The dream was overcast and his elder brother was different from usual. There was a touch of redness on his cold and frosty face and his eyes were moist, staring at him affectionately.

Zang Xu's lower abdomen tightened, his eyes fell on his red lips and he cautiously asked: "Can I kiss you, brother?"

His brother didn't answer, but his pale lips opened slightly as if they were silently inviting.

Zang Xu couldn't stand it, he leaned over and kissed him.

Those soft lips seemed to attract him, making him tremble with excitement, his lower abdomen was hot and sweaty. Unknowingly, his hands had unruly untied his brother's clothes, revealing an exquisite collarbone and a thin chest. His brother's skin was dazzlingly white, and his nipples especially red. Zang Xu rubbed it uncontrollably and licked them. The scene soon changed and his brother took the initiative to undress in front of him.

Layers of clothes fell to the ground, Zang Xu stared at the brother lying in front of him spreading his legs. His Royal Highness was awakened from the dream, even after returning to reality, he was still short of breath from being stimulated by the erotic images.

After panting for a while, he realized that his crotch was a little slimy.

A wet dream.

When he remembered that he had shot merely because his brother opened his legs in a dream, Zang Xu wrapped himself in the quilt because of shame. His face was as flushed as a cooked shrimp, after a long time, he whispered to himself.

"Why am I so bad? I dreamed of my brother... my brother..." But he still remembered every detail of the dream.

Zang Xu didn't sleep well that night. After studying his homework in the morning, he went to have lunch with his mother at noon.

He had a kind temperament, the eunuchs and maids of his mother's palace had a very good impression of him. When they saw him, they all smiled with a little affection, and so he met with many people along the way with him and got a little delayed.

The court culture of the Barbarians wasn't so onerous. When they first came, Zang Xu was a little uncomfortable, he gradually got used to it as years passed.

When he approached his mother's palace, he happened to see the people coming and going in the dining room while holding covered platters emitting various fragances, he stood still and waited until they got closer before asking: "There's so many dishes today, is my Royal mother entertaining guests?"