[R18] Borrow seeds – “Borrowing Seeds” is out of control [English]

It was not easy for Xiang Xun to come back this time. After he published an SCI paper in the United States, his supervisor and postdoctoral fellow there stopped him from coming back. They even called Xiang Xun’s university in China and negotiated terms with the principal.

It’s just that Xiang Xun himself is unwilling, and the other party can’t force it, so they can only express various emotions, saying that Xiang Xun must have better room for performance and better development here.

Xiang Xun was unmoved. He was able to absorb two years of foreign teaching content in just one year, and he could also use his break to publish SCI papers. Among the many batches of exchange students in the school, he was the first to do it.

When he returned to China, his school tutor called him and asked him to return to school as soon as possible, but Xiang Xun rushed home in a hurry.

He misses flowers and children.

Every time he saw Xiang Zhenfa’s videos and photos of people at home through his mobile phone, he had the urge to go back, especially the day Fu Huan gave birth.

he stayed up all night.

When she closed her eyes, she could see Fuhua’s face, with red eyes. She was obviously in pain, but she still managed to smile and talk to the baby in her belly.

He was washing rice and cooking in the kitchen. Just as he opened the refrigerator, there was a sound of opening the door. Xiang Zhen came back. When he lowered his head to change his shoes, he saw the luggage at the door. Xiang Zhen realized something was wrong. He didn’t even change his shoes. He was about to open the room door when he saw Xiang Xun in the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me in advance when you came back?” Xiang Zhen walked over with a smile, opening his hands as if to hug Xiang Xun, “Have you grown taller again?”

Xiang Xun frowned and avoided he: “Go take a shower.”

Xiang Zhen smelled the clothes on his body and said, “What do the old men dislike? This is called manliness.”

Xiang Xun glanced at it with disgust and took out all the vegetables and meat from the refrigerator.

“You cook?” Xiang Zhen took off his shirt and was about to take a shower. Seeing Xiang Xun washing vegetables, he stretched his head over and took a look, “Isn’t it right? You went abroad and you went to New Oriental?”

Xiang Xun: “…Go and take a shower.”

“Oh.” Xiang Zhen left happily, thinking to himself, Xiang Xun’s country was not in vain, and he came back sensible.

When he went to the room after taking a shower, Fuhua was covered in kiss marks, there were strawberries on his neck, and there were fingerprints all over his waist and buttocks.

Xiang Zhen said “fuck”, and when he came out, he cursed in a suppressed voice: “Don’t you know how to be gentler?!”

Xiang Xun didn’t even raise his head: “I couldn’t control it.”

“Promise.” Xiang Zhen thought for a moment. Xiang Xun has been out for more than a year. Maybe he has been naked for more than a year. It is really miserable. He took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator, looked at Xiang Xun’s expression and asked, “You haven’t met anyone you like over there?”

“What do you think?” Xiang Xun looked up and looked at Xiang Zhen as if he was mentally retarded.

Xiang Zhen: “…next time, can you look at me differently?”

Xiang Xun pushed the vegetables into his hand: “Go stir-fry.”

“My mother just said that you are sensible and know how to cook. After all this time, you got into a fake New Oriental!” Xiang Zhen cursed, and then he shut up when Xiang Xun took out his cell phone to answer the call.

Xiang Xun answered the call from his instructor and was going back to school soon.

He didn’t eat anything, so he looked for a drink from the refrigerator. When he saw the pure milk piled on the side, he took out a box, tore open the straw, inserted it in and took a sip.

Not knowing what he thought of, he curled his lips and smiled.

Xiang Zhen finished washing the vegetables and saw him smiling while drinking pure milk. He immediately thought of something and asked him: “Have you drank milk?”

“Yeah.”

Xiang Zhen held a kitchen knife in his hand and gestured at he: “That’s for the baby. Don’t take the baby’s milk.”

Xiang Xun raised his eyebrows lightly: “I’ll give these words to you intact.”

Xiang Zhen: “…fuck!”