[R18] Borrow seeds – “Borrowing Seeds” is gone [English]

Fuhua didn’t hear He’s voice and thought He was feeling very uncomfortable. After touching He’s hair, he went to the kitchen to cook hangover soup for the two of them.

Xiang Zhen supported Xiang Xun and threw him on the bed in the room. Fuhua knew that Xiang Xun loved to be clean, so she took a towel to wipe his face, hands and feet, changed him into clean clothes, and then closed the door and came out.

Xiang Xun turned over on the bed and touched the shark doll beside the bed with his fingers. He had bought it for Fuhua in the bookstore before. Fuhua was sleeping in his room these days, so he took the doll over.

He brought the doll closer and put it in front of his face. He smelled carefully and could smell the aroma of shower gel on Fuhua. He smelled the aroma and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xiang Xun left a few days earlier than planned. He sold the desk and bed in the room, built a built-in children’s bookshelf in the place of the original desk, repainted the walls, replaced the bed with a two-meter-two meter one, and added a light gray sofa around the perimeter.

Not long after he finished doing this, the school notified him to report in advance. This time, the school has a total of six exchange students. They need to undergo two days of brief training at the school, and then go to the United States two days in advance to familiarize themselves with the environment.

Xiang Xun had very little luggage, carrying a black bag and headphones on his ears. Xiang Zhen drove he to the school, and Fu Hua was also sitting in the car. Before he got off the car, he leaned forward and approached the passenger seat, brushed Fu Hua’s face and pressed a kiss on her lips.

Xiang Zhen cursed: “Are you crazy? Aren’t you afraid of being seen?”

Xiang Xun had already opened the car door and got out, waving without looking back, his back looking handsome and handsome: “Let’s go.”

Fu Hua watched he walk into the school through the window. Unexpectedly, Xiang Xun turned around and looked back the moment he entered the door. That glance looked directly into Fu Hua’s eyes. She did not avoid it, and she clearly saw Xiang Xun curling his lips and showing a smile.

The sharpness of the young man’s brows and eyes was replaced by a rare touch of gentleness, and his usually indifferent face suddenly softened, and his smile seemed like the ice and snow melted, like a spring breeze.

“Handsome, isn’t he?” Xiang Zhen saw that Fu Hua had been looking in Xiang Xun’s direction. Although he was a little disgusted, he had to admit, “When he was in junior high school and high school, the girls in the school were like crazy. They wrote love letters to him, brought him food and drinks, and hung around him after class. He would be a well-known figure in the school, good-looking, and the first in the grade. He would sell books after graduation, and he would sell love letters by the pound.”

Fuhua: “…”

“He used to laugh a lot when he was a child, but when he grew up, I don’t know if it was because of those girls. He didn’t like to talk, and he didn’t like to smile when taking pictures. In other people’s graduation photos, only his teeth were left when he smiled, so he just stood there with his face drawn, as if he were attending a funeral.” Xiang Zhen drove the car back, “But whether he smiles or not, he looks handsome when his face is there.”

Fu Hua reached out and poked He in the face: “You are good-looking too.”

Xiang Zhen smiled, grabbed her hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it: “You are the only one who can praise me like this.”

After Xiang Xun left, the house was quite deserted. Xiang Zhen went to work during the day, and Fu Hua was the only one at home. When she looked at the parenting encyclopedia, she often thought of Xiang Xun.

He lay on the sofa with his arms around her, reading a storybook to her in a low-pitched voice.

Whenever she was dozing off with her eyes closed, he would lower his head and kiss her so hard that she had to open her eyes. He would wrap her arms behind his head, press her whole body on the sofa, wrap her thin lips around her, and bite the tip of her tongue with light or heavy force.

The hoarse voice called her: “Sister-in-law.”

Fuhua opened her eyes, it was five o’clock in the afternoon.

She dreamed of Xiang Xun again.