[R18] Want a daughter-in-law – “Desire for a Wife” Chapter 39 – Acne (2) [English]

The light in the kitchen is warm and soft, and a whole roast duck is placed on the table. The oily skin has a golden-red sheen. Next to it are a stack of pancake crusts, several scallions, and an opened pack of sweet noodle sauce. The charming aroma flows faintly in the air.

Shu Qi bent down and placed the last pair of chopsticks, her movements gentle and natural, as if nothing had happened just now.

At this time, she had changed into loose home clothes, her hair was blow-dried and tied into a low ponytail, her cheeks were still warm after washing, and her fair skin was so delicate that it almost glowed.

Brother Sheng sat at the table, looking at the duck meat on the plate, but he didn’t move his chopsticks. He had just taken a shower and put on clean clothes. His expression was calm, but the stiffness of his fingers exposed the tension within him, as if the echo of some senses still remained deep in his body.

The door lock rang, and Shuwei walked into the house, holding a convenience store and a handheld drink bag in his hands, with a usual calm smile on his face.

“We’re back, just ready to start.” Shu Qi said with a smile and a soft tone, stirring a simple egg drop soup beside the pot.

“Well, Dad, come and eat quickly. This roast duck restaurant was my favorite when Shu Qi and I were in college.” Shu Wei sat down, diagonally opposite Brother Sheng. He didn’t move his chopsticks immediately. Instead, he drank the drink he just bought while swiping his phone, as if he was already used to this rhythm and atmosphere.

“Yeah.” Brother Sheng nodded and started to use his chopsticks.

Shu Qi brought the soup bowls and filled them for them one by one, and finally sat down.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten roast duck from this restaurant.” She said casually while rolling up the skin of duck patties, her tone was understated, but the corner of her eye glanced at the two of them, her tone was flat: “In the past, we would go around to buy it after every date, and after buying it, we would stay in the rental house to eat.”

“…Oh, that’s right.” Shuwei’s tone was very calm, without taking his eyes off the phone. While he was replying to the message, he reached out to take the duck roll she had rolled. His fingers inadvertently touched her fingertips and wrist bones. It was natural and intimate, and it was a normal interaction between husband and wife.

Brother Sheng raised the corners of his eyes slightly and his eyes wandered. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. His hand paused, and the hand holding the chopsticks unconsciously relaxed.

Shu Qi had actually been carefully observing Brother Sheng’s reaction. She saw Brother Sheng’s unnaturalness at that moment, smiled slightly, and said softly: “Dad, let me get you a roll too.”

Brother Sheng nodded without saying anything, looking a little depressed.

Shu Qi rolled up the duck meat and glanced at Shu Wei, who was drinking a drink and didn’t notice anything happening around him.

There was an imperceptible smirk in her eyes. She held the duck roll with her fingers, gently stuck out her tongue at Brother Sheng, and slowly licked upwards from the lower edge of the crust. The tip of her tongue circled twice when it reached the top.

Brother Sheng’s pupils shrank suddenly, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and his throat rose and fell unconsciously.

Shu Qi’s eyebrows were soft, and she leaned forward and handed the food to Brother Sheng. She exposed the plump breasts in white underwear to He without any cover. There was a hint of shyness in her tone, and she said softly: “Dad, eat quickly…it’s very, very delicious…”

Brother Sheng took the burrito in her hand, touched her soft fingertips with his palm, and pinched her lightly. He was slightly startled, and the feeling of boredom just now was replaced by some warmth and disappeared without a trace.

He lowered his head and looked at the food in his hand. The top of the pie crust was slightly moist. It was the saliva she had left, which seeped brightly into the texture of the dough. He looked a little distracted for a moment.

Just when he was about to put the duck meat into his mouth, a soft feeling suddenly touched his crotch, and he shivered. He quickly looked down and found that it was her feet, sliding on his crotch.

Her feet were white, soft, warm, and as delicate as velvet. They were gently rubbed against He’s erection, and each stroke was like a silent lick, making He lose his breath in an instant.

He suddenly looked up at Shu Qi, only to see Shu Qi’s face was calm, with a pure smile between his eyebrows. At this time, she had already rolled up another roll of duck meat, pinched the pie crust with both hands, and looked at he with clear eyes, as if nothing had happened.

Then, she opened her mouth gently, took the cake crust into her mouth, and slowly swallowed it into her mouth.

The lips first touched the edge of the dough, and slowly, little by little, the whole roll was taken into the mouth. The movement was slow, moist, and extremely controlled. The lips were occasionally closed tightly, and occasionally slightly opened, as if they were tasting some treasure.

The movements were slow and focused, as if they had been practiced countless times. She was clearly eating food with her mouth, but he suddenly felt like she was swallowing him. Brother Sheng’s mind went blank, his crotch was stretched higher, and the friction under her feet became more and more clear.

“Dad, why haven’t you eaten yet? I remember you also like roast duck, don’t you?” Shu Wei saw his father holding the food blankly and said with some confusion.

Brother Sheng was shocked when he heard this and came to his senses. He hurriedly swallowed the duck meat roll in one bite. Shuwei smiled gently when he saw it and asked, “How is it? Is it delicious?”

Brother Sheng felt awkward when he heard this. The food in his mouth was filled with his wife’s saliva. He was asked so sincerely, and Brother Sheng couldn’t help but blush slightly. He chewed the salty and sweet food, with mixed feelings in his heart, and replied in a muffled voice: “…delicious, really delicious.”

Then he raised his head and glanced at Shu Qi, and said slowly in a calm tone: “…Shu Qi’s buns are particularly delicious.”

Shu Qi’s face turned red when she heard this, and she lowered her head and ate the food silently. Shu Wei didn’t notice the strange atmosphere at all, and said without thinking, “That’s great, wife, you can pack a few more rolls for dad to eat.”

Shu Qi was a little shy when she heard this, but she said calmly, “Yeah, okay.” Brother Sheng and Shu Qi’s eyes collided from time to time, and the unspeakable ambiguity and throbbing in their eyes silently spread in their hearts.

The aroma of duck fills the air, and the sound of chopsticks clinking comes and goes.

When the food on the table was almost clear, Shuwei stood up silently, walked to the refrigerator, took a box of cakes, and came over, saying, “…I also bought tiramisu on the way, let’s eat together.”

Brother Sheng frowned, and Shu Qi stiffened slightly.

He put the cake on the table, opened it, and said calmly: “I accidentally forgot about it last time. Wife, don’t take it too seriously.”

His tone was too calm, as if he was completing a simple report on a to-do list.

It didn’t sound apologetic or emotional, just formal.

Shu Qi’s eyes were complicated, and she forced a smile: “It’s okay, husband, you are busy at work, I don’t care.”

Shuwei nodded and turned to Brother Sheng: “Dad, this tiramisu won’t be too sweet. It should suit your taste. Let’s eat together.”

Brother Sheng nodded slightly while observing Shu Qi’s reaction calmly. From her slightly curled fingers and dim eyes, he could read some kind of displeasure and bitterness buried deep in his heart.

The three of them continued to eat, and the table seemed calm, but everyone had some hidden thoughts that could not be said, just like the piece of tiramisu, which was soft and rich on the surface and overlapping on the inside.

Sweet, sour, bitter, and the gradually sinking drunkenness.