[R18] Want a daughter-in-law – “Desire for a Daughter-in-law” Chapter 26 – Crack [English]

The time in the afternoon seemed to become very long, as if everything had stopped.

Shuwei was sitting on the sofa, using a laptop and swiping his phone from time to time; Brother Sheng was sitting on the other end of the sofa, with a bored expression and wandering eyes. The TV was playing the news, but he didn’t seem to really pay attention.

The sunlight gradually slanted into the house and sprinkled on the floor of the living room.

The plants by the window were slightly shiny in the sun, with a faint sheen on their leaves, as if they were breathing quietly; the blanket covering the sofa reflected fine particles of light, as if even the dust floating in the air had slowed down and rotated slowly.

The whole room was so quiet, as if time had learned to be lazy, as if even the sound of the sun moving could be heard.

She walked into the living room and put a cup of coffee for him on the coffee table, and also put a cup of hot tea for him.

The movement was so gentle that there was no even the slightest sound of placing the cup.

When she put down the hot tea, he didn’t speak, but nodded slightly.

When she put down the cup of coffee, he didn’t say anything or even look at her.

She passed by them, her steps so light that there was almost no sound; she didn’t look at anyone, and no one looked at her.

It’s like three people are placed in the same picture, but each has its own silence.

The newscaster on TV kept talking about the chaos in the world, but his tone seemed extremely distant; the commotion in the picture only highlighted the excessive quietness in the room.

It seems like the sun is shining on everyone, but no one is really warmed.

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The sunlight slowly retreated to the wall, putting away its warm golden light, leaving only a dim golden line beside the window frame.

In the evening, it was like someone gently turned off a light, and the twilight swallowed up the colors in the room bit by bit.

The kitchen light was turned on first, becoming the first light to light up in this space. Shu Qi, who came down from the second floor, walked in and started cooking.

Shuwei was still in the living room, half-lying on the sofa playing a game console. The sound came out gently from the headphones, intersecting with the occasional sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

Click.

The entrance door was pushed open, and Brother Sheng came back, still carrying the residual heat from the workout.

The father and son stayed in the living room and chatted for a while.

By the time the food smelled fragrant, it was already dark, and no one was talking much, just like in the afternoon; the meal was a simple home-cooked meal, with not many dishes on the table, and the three of them ate separately. Occasionally, one or two words appeared on the table, like floating bubbles, rising gently and then quietly breaking.

After the meal, the table was cleared quickly. No one urged it, but no one delayed it. It seemed that everyone had a rhythm in their hearts.

The sound of water and the collision of dishes came from the kitchen. It was Brother Sheng who was washing the dishes, his movements steady and slow.

Halfway through washing, he looked up and looked out the window. The night had fallen and the sky was soft blue.

“…”

He’s face is still calm, like a piece of paper quietly spread out.

Nothing was written.

But nothing is hidden.

The night just fell quietly.

Brother Sheng was sitting alone in the living room, without turning on the lights, but the TV was still on, and the picture was flickering brightly and darkly. The news screen turned into a movie channel, where a fierce war scene was being played, but he didn’t even look at it.

He sat on the front edge of the sofa, leaning forward slightly, resting his knees on his elbows, looking down at the floor, as if something was spinning over and over again in his heart and couldn’t get rid of it.

The floor lamp on the side emits a warm yellow light, shining on one shoulder of he, while the other side falls into the shadow.

It’s like he himself is only half lit.

He sat quietly, motionless, even his breathing seemed to become very light. The only sounds left in the room were the faint sound of the TV, the low hum of the refrigerator, and the regular ticking of the clock on the wall.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction upstairs. The movement was very light. His eyes only stayed for a moment, and then he looked back again. There was no wave in his eyes.

But the look was too quick and brief, and instead seemed to be covering up something.

He reached out and touched the cup of tea that had already cooled down on the coffee table. He lightly tapped the rim of the cup with his fingers, but it only stopped once.

Suddenly, a subtle sound of water came from upstairs, as if someone was taking a shower. The sound of falling water columns passed through the pipes into the living room, which was tepid and unreal.

He didn’t raise his head, just leaned back, as if his whole body was slowly sinking deeper into the sofa.

It seems that only people who are covered in wounds and tatters can feel that kind of heaviness and tiredness.

he closed his eyes.

He suddenly let out a muffled sigh, not heavy, but like a silent release of pressure.

for a long time.

He opened his eyes, sat up straight, lowered his head, picked up the cup of cold tea, and drank it in one breath.

It tastes bitter, like something that has been delayed for too long.

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After taking a shower, Shu Qi walked into the bedroom. Her hair was still wet and stuck to her neck, stained with moisture. She sat in front of the dressing table, picked up a towel and slowly wiped her hair. She moved her hands slowly, as if she was deliberately not thinking too much, and seemed to be delaying something.

Shuwei was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at his phone. When he heard her footsteps entering the door, he didn’t say anything, but slowly stood up and walked behind her.

He approached from behind, still carrying the body temperature and fragrance after taking a shower. He did not touch her immediately, but just looked down at her reflection in the mirror.

Shu Qi didn’t look back, as if she didn’t notice he’s approach, and continued wiping her hair, while her eyes fell on a blurry corner of the mirror.

He’s slender hands gently placed on her shoulders, sliding down slowly, and his fingers touched her smooth collarbone and arms with an obvious intention.

Shu Qi’s hand stopped, and the towel fell on her legs. She lowered her head, but her body tightened unconsciously, and her back straightened slightly, as if building a silent wall.

“Wife…” Shuwei’s voice lowered and he placed it close to her ear, while his hand had quietly moved to her chest, the force was neither light nor heavy, with a bit of undeniable desire.

Shu Qi’s body stiffened slightly, and she felt something rising in her heart. It was not disgust, but it was definitely not desire.

The feeling was like a fine layer of mist, wrapping around the chest, feeling stuffy.

Shu Qi shrank her body and instinctively leaned back to dodge, but then she stabilized herself and said with a forced smile: “Hubby… my hair is not dry yet.”

The tone sounded like coquettishness, but it was too fast and too soft, and even she herself could hear that it was a little unnatural.

She knew she shouldn’t dodge like this, but her body seemed to be disobedient, and there was something wrong from the inside out when touched, as if every inch of her skin was repelling anyone who was not her desire.

Shuwei didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t stop the movements of his hands immediately. He just lowered his head, put his lips close to her shoulders and neck, and said softly: “Then I’ll wait for you.”

He turned and walked towards the bed, his movements natural, because this was just a habitual night.

he lay down, turned over, picked up the phone, and didn’t look at she again.

The sound of the hair dryer started, Shu Qi’s hands were hanging in the air, and it took a few seconds for the hot air to blow through her hair; her face turned pale, and her movements were faster and slower, each move seemed to be delaying.

How…how could this happen…

Obviously I would have wanted to be touched by him before…

Obviously before, I would take the initiative to get close to him, and I would like his smell, his body temperature…

It’s not like I haven’t loved him before.

But now, as soon as he approaches, I feel stiff all over. What should I do…

Lin Shuqi!He is my husband. I should let him hug me and kiss me.

But…

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he…

His hands are completely different from my father-in-law’s…

I…

What should I do…