[R18] Borrow seeds – “Borrowing Seed” I want to kiss you [English]

When Xiang Zhen drove over, he looked at Fu Hua’s red face and thought she was hot, so he lowered the air conditioner in the car a few degrees.

Fuhua sat in the passenger seat, holding two dolls of a shark and a whale in her arms.

Through the rearview mirror, you can see Xiang Xun’s face in the back seat. He is looking down at the book in his hand. Occasionally, he looks up and his eyes fall on she. His pupils are dark and his facial features are more three-dimensional in the dim car.

He has a neither arrogant nor impetuous temperament, nor is he overjoyed or sad. Although he is his child, he appears calm and composed, and his whole person exudes a kind of stability that is beyond his peers.

Xiang Zhen, on the other hand, was holding the steering wheel with both hands, humming a song, and smiling so hard that his face almost became wrinkled.

“Shall we go out to eat tomorrow? Let’s get some seafood.” Xiang Zhen waved his hand, grabbed Fu Hua’s hand and rubbed it, “Wife, can I get you some crabs?”

“Pregnant women cannot eat crabs.” Xiang Xun said.

Xiang Zhen: “…”

He scratched his hair: “Can’t eat it? Then let’s change it to something else.”

Fuhua said softly: “Just eat it at home. What do you want to eat? I’ll buy more food tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’s okay.” Xiang Zhen smiled, “I’ll be back early tomorrow to help you.”

“No need.” Fuhua reminded him, “Drive well.”

“Okay.” Xiang Zhen grabbed the back of her hand and kissed it, “Listen to my wife.”

After returning home, Xiang Zhen went to the supermarket again, bought a lot of fruits, and built a juicer. After working on it for more than half an hour, he squeezed a cup of orange juice and gave it to Fu Hua.

Fuhua had just finished taking a bath and was lying on the bed reading a book. She took the cup and took a sip. It was a little sour and she couldn’t drink it. Xiang Zhen took it out again and added a large spoonful of honey.

“It tastes weird.” Fu Hua took a sip, smiled and pushed it to Xiang Zhen’s mouth, “Drink it.”

“I won’t drink, I’ll give you something to drink.” Xiang Zhen held her in his arms and coaxed her, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, “Good boy, take a few more sips to supplement your vitamins.”

Fuhua obediently drank two sips, and Xiang Zhen drank the rest and put it into her mouth again.

When Xiang Xun came out to drink water, he heard Fu Hua’s laughter coming from the room. After he drank the water, he put the cup away and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he met Fu Hua. She was making a midnight snack in the kitchen and made two portions.

Xiang Xun walked to the kitchen and asked from a distance: “Who are they cooking for?”

Fuhua didn’t turn around. He lowered his head and looked at the wontons in the pot and said, “You and your brother, one each.”

The corners of Xiang Xun’s lips curved slightly, and he leaned against the door frame without leaving, looking at Fu Hua quietly.

When Fuhua turned off the fire, he took a step forward and gently held the person in his arms.

Fuhua struggled, turned around and pushed him: “Wontons, wontons are ready.”

“I know.” Xiang Xun put his chin on her neck and touched her belly lightly with one hand. He didn’t say anything, but Fuhua knew what he wanted to say, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

This is his child.

From this moment on, he is the child’s father. In Fuhua’s eyes, he is no longer as simple as Xiang Zhen’s younger brother.

“When can you smile like that in front of me?” He held her chin and looked straight into her eyes.

Fuhua was stunned: “What?”

Xiang Xun lowered his eyes: “I’m a little… jealous of brother.”

Fuhua finally realized something. Xiang Xun had already let go of her, and his hair was still dripping with water. Fuhua found a dry towel and handed it to him.

Xiang Xun didn’t answer, raised his eyes slightly and looked at her.

Fu Huahua’s heart trembled, and she wanted to say something, but her mouth opened and no word came out.

She took a step forward, stood on tiptoes, put a towel on his head, and wiped it for him: “You will catch a cold.”

Xiang Xun looked at her for a moment. Fu Hua’s skin was very white. It was probably a little hot in the kitchen just now. There was a layer of beautiful rouge on his face. He scraped her skin with his fingertips and said in a low voice: “Sister-in-law, I want to kiss you.”

Fuhua paused with her fingers, and just as she was about to retract her hand, the boy leaned forward, pressed his warm lips down, and took her in his mouth.