[R18] Want a daughter-in-law – “Desire for a Daughter-in-law” Chapter 51 – Sinking (1) [English]

The atmosphere at the dinner table was calm and tense.

Neither of them deliberately speeded up or delayed, chewing every bite of rice just right.

But it seemed like he was suppressing something that was about to leak out.

They have a tacit understanding to avoid looking at each other.

Because it seems that as soon as they meet each other at a glance, the emotions that have been suppressed to the limit will be ignited and detonated instantly, just like a match rubbing against the edge of the paper, hissing, igniting the fuse of explosives.

Until the last bite of the meal was finished and the food on the table was almost gone, Shu Qi still didn’t speak.

She just lowered her head and gently put down her chopsticks. The roots of her ears were already stained crimson, and even her neck was so hot that it seemed like steam could evaporate.

Then, she stood up, her steps hesitant but firm, and silently walked upstairs, her back looking both delicate and stubborn.

Brother Sheng stared at her figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, his heart felt warm and numb, as if her figure had turned into a puff of smoke and drifted into the deepest and most untouchable corner of his heart.

He didn’t call her, nor did he chase her. He just stood up quietly and put away the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen.

The sound of the washing water was clear and long, and it seemed extremely peaceful on such a night.

At this moment, in the bathroom upstairs.

Shu Qi stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water slide from her shoulders and neck to her chest and back, washing her body inch by inch.

She lowered her head and washed every inch of her skin carefully, washing off the oil smoke and sweat bit by bit while cooking. The foam of the shampoo slid down along her collarbone. She raised her hand and gently wiped the water on her cheeks and neck, even between her fingers.

This is a ritual wash.

As if she knew.

Tonight, her body will be touched.

Or maybe, she just wants that when everything happens, she can welcome that person close to her perfectly and without reservation.

After washing the last drop of foam with hot water, Shu Qi turned off the switch. At this time, the bathroom was so foggy that even the mirror could not be seen clearly.

She stood in the mist, holding the towel tightly with her fingertips, and her chest rose and fell slightly. Her whole body was like a petal just fished out of hot water, soft and moist, but with a kind of trembling fragility that made people feel distressed.

She dried her body very slowly, taking deep breaths while wiping, trying to suppress the surging emotions.

Then she put on the pajamas she had prepared.

A light-colored silk jumpsuit, the fabric is soft and thin, the loose neckline slides all the way to the bottom of the chest, the cleavage is exposed without any cover, and the skin that has just been bathed is glowing with an attractive thin red, like a ripe fruit, with moisture still remaining.

She sat in front of the dressing table, crossed her legs, and quietly dried her hair.

The sound of the hair dryer buzzed in the room, and her thoughts had already drifted far away, to the figure downstairs.

What is he doing now?

Is he thinking about me too?

She didn’t dare to think too much, for fear that her heart would jump out of her chest.

As soon as the hair dryer is turned off, the whole room becomes quiet instantly.

It was so quiet that the only sound left was her own heartbeat, rapid and somewhat panicked.

She sat for a while, then she looked at herself in the mirror carefully——

Her wet hair was slightly curled, and her cheeks, ears, and chest were stained with a clear blush. Her eyes were flickering. She was biting her lower lip slightly, which turned slightly white.

When she looks at herself like this, she just feels…

Himself, like a kitten in heat.

She breathed out gently, then turned off the headlight, returned to the bed, sat down, and turned on the simple and cute night light on the bedside table.

The rain was still falling outside, and the drops were tapping on the window, like a reminder or an urging.

She clasped her hands in her lap and waited quietly.

Waiting for his footsteps.

The rise and fall of her chest became more and more obvious, and even though she didn’t do anything, she was quietly getting wet between her legs.

…

…

Brother Sheng stood in front of the sink, with the detergent foam still remaining on his fingers. The dishes and dishes collided gently in the water, making a small squelching sound.

It was raining heavily outside, but the whole kitchen was eerily quiet, with only the sound of water flowing and the heartbeat in his chest.

He’s mind is still full of she.

Shu Qi didn’t say anything, but she went upstairs with a red face and seemed to be running away. Her steps were brisk but suppressed. In He’s eyes, she was like a match swinging in the wind, as if it would light up at any time.

He didn’t pursue it, he just wanted to finish the task at hand well so that he could do it without any scruples…

Without any scruples…

“Huh…”

He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, lowered his head slightly, and washed bowl after plate, as if he wanted to wash away all his impulses.

But when the sound of water upstairs sounded slightly along the pipeline, he’s actions paused.

That was the sound of water in the bathroom.

she is taking a shower.

He felt that his throat was as dry as paper in an instant, and he forgot to rinse the bubbles on his fingers.

The sound of the water was not loud, but it seemed to be poured directly into his head.

He can imagine the action of her taking off her clothes, the water droplets sliding over her ears when she raised her hand to lift her hair, and the looming back in the steam.

Every drop of water slipped from her skin, her back, and her collarbone.

Sliding across her chest and between her legs, every drop that fell impacted his sanity.

At this time, his sanity had been torn in half. While telling him to calm down, he was yelling at the same time.

After washing the last bowl, he dried his hands and walked straight upstairs without thinking about anything.

When he walked through the corridor, the sound of water in the bathroom was still there, but with just a glance, his eyes fell on the closed bathroom door. There was light inside, and moist steam was floating in the crack of the door.

He walked back to his room, opened the closet, and took out clean clothes without any hesitation.

Then went into another bathroom.

he washed harder than usual, almost as if he was washing a body ready for war.

Every inch of skin on the arms, chest, calves, ankles, and even between the fingers and the back of the neck is carefully rinsed.

When the hot water poured down from his head for the last time, he closed his eyes, as if washing away all the confusing images in his mind.

But he knows that he can’t wash it off.

You can’t wash away what’s in your heart.

That is not dirty desire.

It was a longing that had been suppressed for too long.

It was a lust that could no longer be endured.

He dried his body and got dressed. He in the mirror looked calm and deep, but there was a burning fire in his eyes.

He walked back to the room, dried his hair, lay on the bed, and slowly stretched his muscles. The bones made crackling sounds from time to time, like a warrior preparing to go to the battlefield, or a beast preparing to hunt.

He was in bed, and from time to time he could smell the lingering fragrance of her, which was left by her on his bed before.

Smelling the smell of she, my heartbeat began to beat unconsciously, and my lower body actually began to swell, pushing my pants up.

He was not in a hurry. By the time the last set of stretches was completed, his body was even sweating slightly.

he took a big breath.

Go downstairs.

he goes to her bedroom.

Step by step, calmly but without hesitation.

Finally, he stood in front of her door, touched the doorknob with his fingertips, and turned it slightly.

…the door was unlocked.

He lowered his head, his breathing gradually became faster, and his fists were slightly clenched.

Should I really go in?

Is this really the right thing to do?

she……

… Is she waiting for me inside?

He took a deep breath, turned the doorknob, and pushed in without thinking any more.

A light, warm aroma hits your nose.

As usual.

That’s Shu Qi’s scent.

Like a flower blooming quietly at night.

clean.

And seductive.

Clean inside…

…

Hidden anger.