[R18] Borrow seeds – “Borrowing Seed” Do you want me to fuck you? [English]

After Fuhua took a bath, she went to sleep again.

In the past few days, she couldn’t go out to buy groceries in the morning. She made a list in advance and Xiang Xun went out to buy it.

She had only noticed some drowsiness in the past two days, and would take a nap after lunch. When Xiang Xun came home, she was still asleep in bed.

Xiang Xun sat down on the edge of the bed, caressing her flat stomach with his palms through his thin pajamas.

Fu Hua opened her eyes in a daze and saw he. She rubbed her eyes and asked, “What time is it?”

Xiang Xun leaned over and carried her to the bathroom: “It’s time to have dinner.”

Fuhua was a little shy at first being hugged around by him, but she got used to it as time went by.

He had just come back from outside and was still sweaty. He put her in front of the sink and asked her to wash up. Then he took off his clothes and stood under the showerhead to start taking a shower.

After Fuhua washed up, he just came out of the shower. His body was still dripping with water. He pulled out a towel and wiped it. He handed another towel to Fuhua’s hand, then lowered his head and came to her.

Fuhua held back her laughter and wiped his hair.

Xiang Xun like this makes her feel cute, like an obedient dog.

But in bed, he is like a wolf, full of cruelty.

After wiping his hair, Xiang Xun put on his short sleeves, held Fu Hua in his arms and kissed her: “What’s for dinner?”

Fu Hua already knew about this man’s bad temper, so he didn’t dare to reply that he didn’t know anymore. He lowered his head and said, “Shredded celery with pork, cabbage with tofu, and baby cabbage with egg yolk.”

Xiang Xun said “hmm” in his throat, picked her up, wrapped her legs around his waist, held her in his arms and walked out.

Fu Hua whispered: “Let’s do that after dinner. It’s very late.”

There was a low laugh above her head. Fu Hua looked up and saw Xiang Xun’s lips curled up with a happy expression. He carried her to the kitchen counter and raised the corners of his lips: “Which one is that?”

Fu Hua blushed, knowing that she had misunderstood. She was so embarrassed that she covered her eyes with her apron: “No.”

Xiang Xun took her hand away and kissed her lips: “Okay, finish that.”

Fuhua: “…”

While she was cooking, Xiang Xun sat at the dining table, occasionally typing on the computer, occasionally reading with a book, and occasionally lowering his head to write something on the table. When Fu Hua turned to look, Xiang Xun could always sense her gaze immediately and look up at her.

Fu Hua looked away and lowered her head to chop vegetables, but her heart was beating very fast.

Xiang Xun would be busy for a while after dinner, between half an hour and fifty minutes, enough for Fuhua to clean up the kitchen and take a shower. She had just dried her hair in the room, and Xiang Xun came from the next door, took her to his room, asked her to pull a book from the bookshelf, and started telling her stories – the so-called prenatal education.

When he told the story for the first time, Fu Hua sounded very shy. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t imagine that Xiang Xun, with such an indifferent face, would hug a woman and tell her stories in a low-pitched and pleasant voice.

So, that night, she couldn’t help but look at Xiang Xun’s face the whole time. As a result, she didn’t even finish reading the first chapter of the boy’s story before she pinned him down and started fucking him.

Having learned from this experience, she no longer dared to stare at Xiang Xun’s face. Her eyes would uncontrollably fall on Xiang Xun’s hand holding the book. Unlike Xiang Zhen’s, Xiang Zhen had heavy hair, wide palms, thick knuckles, and dark skin.

Xiang Xun’s fingers are slender and beautiful, like a pianist’s hands, and his page-turning movements are beautiful.

He would use this hand to touch her belly, and he would also use this hand to knead her breasts. He would also insert this hand into her hole, and tease her sensitive spots wildly and violently.

Probably Xiang Xun found that she was distracted, or focused on his hand, so he closed the book, inserted his index finger into her mouth, pinched her red tongue between his two fingers, and asked her: “What are you thinking about?”

Fu Hua blushed and couldn’t answer.

Xiang Xun raised his eyebrows in understanding, a little surprised, but there was a slight smile in his eyes.

He retracted his hand, put the book on the edge of the bed, lifted up the T-shirt with one hand and threw it on the floor. Then he leaned over and kissed her, inserting the tip of his tongue into her, entangling her and stirring her, making her gasp for breath.

“Want me to fuck you?” he said, his voice hoarse and hoarse.

Fu Hua couldn’t listen to such frivolous talk, and the wetness underneath her started to flow out.

Xiang Xun pulled away slightly, lowered his head and licked her nipples through his pajamas, bit by bit until they were raised and wet, then wrapped them with his teeth and bit them gently.

“Speak.” He held the nipple in his mouth, his voice vague and sexy, “Do you want it?”

Fu Hua’s scalp was numb from being licked, and his body bones trembled. He squeezed out a voice from his throat: “…I want it.”