[R18] Want a daughter-in-law – “Desire for a Daughter-in-law” Chapter 46 – Yu Wen (2) [English]

After paying the bill, she picked up the two lighter bags, and he took the heavier ones as a matter of course, without exchanging glances or asking.

The plastic bag he held in his hand shook gently, making a slight rustle.

The two of them were walking side by side on the way home. As the sky grew darker, the street lights lit up one by one, casting their shadows on the ground, sometimes overlapping and sometimes staggering, as if they were constantly approaching but not daring to get too close.

None of them spoke, but it was as if they were walking into a warm and silent realm.

Brother Sheng turned his face sideways and glanced at Shu Qi beside him. She walked lightly, her skirt swaying slightly in the wind. The coolness from standing in front of the refrigerator just now seemed to still remain in her hair, with a trace of coolness that could not be washed away. He looked at her for a second, and was slightly absent-minded.

At that second, Shu Qi suddenly turned her head.

Two eyes met.

Like a sudden collision, nothing was said, but sparks exploded in the air for a moment.

Brother Sheng was stunned, a brief panic flashed in his eyes, as if he didn’t expect to be seen through at such a perfect moment; he quickly looked away, pretending that nothing happened, but unconsciously tightened the plastic bag in his hand.

Shu Qi lowered her eyes and couldn’t help but smile, but she tried hard to hold it down, hiding the throbbing in the barely visible tremor at the corners of her lips.

After a few steps, she still couldn’t help it and quietly turned her head.

This time, instead of looking at she, he was replaced.

Brother Sheng’s side face was painted with a light yellow outline by the street lights, and the bridge of his nose, chin, and slightly drooped eyelashes were dyed with a halo that made her accidentally look at it for too long, and she even forgot to blink.

Then, he suddenly turned his head.

Their eyes met again precisely within a second.

She’s whole body seemed to be scalded, and she immediately turned her head away. Her ears were covered with a layer of golden red under the street lamp, and even her breathing was out of rhythm for a moment.

Brother Sheng saw her slightly flustered look, his throat moved, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The wind blew gently and brushed against the backs of their hands, as if they almost touched each other.

Although they didn’t speak, there was obviously no sound, but their chests seemed to be pulling against each other and tightening.

They took a few more steps.

Then, involuntarily, he turned his head again.

Eyes meet.

This time, no one hid.

The sparks in the eyes of both parties crackled at that moment, and the scalding heat filled the hearts of both parties.

The two people’s hearts moved slightly, and they unconsciously moved a little closer to each other.

…

…

Click.

The sound of a key turning was heard from the door, and the entrance light turned on. They tacitly moved sideways to make way for the space, exchanged bags, and walked into the room side by side.

In the living room, Zhang Shuwei was half lying on the sofa, operating a laptop and staring at the screen of his mobile phone. His hands were switching messages quickly, but his eyes seemed unfocused.

He raised his eyes and glanced at them, nodded, said nothing, then lowered his head and continued to deal with the things in his hands, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Brother Sheng put the bag on the counter, rummaged through the vegetables inside, turned around and took out the chopping board and kitchen knife from the cabinet, washing the vegetables skillfully and picking leaves with quiet and neat movements.

Shu Qi unloaded the bag, opened the refrigerator, put away the ingredients that needed to be refrigerated, then stood next to he, took the washed vegetables, and started chopping and dicing them.

Throughout the kitchen, only the sound of water running and the rhythm of the blade touching the chopping board could be heard.

And that kind of ambiguous silence, like smoke rising slowly, filled the space between the two of them.

Shu Qi was cutting vegetables with her head down, her expression focused, her shoulders rising and falling slightly with her movements, her hair scattered behind her ears, glowing faintly under the light.

Brother Sheng looked at her profile and then scanned the living room.

…

One second, two seconds.

he moved.

The footsteps approached silently, his hands naturally wrapped around her waist from behind, and hugged her into his arms.

The knife in Shu Qi’s hand stopped.

She didn’t move, but her body was obviously shaken for a moment, and she felt the strong chest pressing against her back, and the breath blowing in her ear.

It’s not very hot, but it makes my heart tremble.

Brother Sheng didn’t speak, he just rested his chin on her shoulder and gently pressed his lips against the side of her neck.

Shu Qi lowered her head and placed her hands on the countertop. The tomatoes and knife tips in her sight became blurry. She could feel the warmth of his chest close to her back, and every breath affected something in her body.

She felt a burning sensation, gently pressing against her buttocks, getting bigger and bigger; she pressed forward from time to time, and finally, as if deliberately or accidentally, it embedded into the crack of her buttocks.

she didn’t push him away.

Didn’t look back.

She looked out from the kitchen. Shuwei was still sitting in the living room, typing on the keyboard with one hand and replying to messages with the other. His eyes fell on the screen, unable to see all this and never thought of looking back.

She’s palms were slightly sweaty, her fingertips clenched the edge of the chopping board, but her shoulders relaxed little by little, as if she was silently handing over some control.

She bit her lip, squeezed out an inaudible sound from her throat, and said in a low voice:

“…Dad.”

“…You haven’t let it out today, this afternoon, right?”

This sentence is like a spark, gently igniting a certain boundary.

Brother Sheng’s body was obviously shaken.

Shu Qi bit her lip and her voice trembled to the point of breaking: “…let me help you.”

“Huh?” Brother Sheng sounded surprised. Originally, he just wanted to hug her, that’s all.

“Shuwei is still here…huh?”

She didn’t wait for he to finish, nor did she look back. She just let go of the chopping board, slowly stretched her hands back, grabbed the hem of his trousers, and pulled down.

The hot hardness popped out directly and stuck perfectly in the seam of her buttocks, tightly fitting into her shape under the fabric.

She felt the warmth of her butt and trembled slightly.

Then she lifted up her long skirt, revealing her round and smooth buttocks. Her buttocks and legs, lined with silky dark underwear, were as white and tender as jade.

Brother Sheng’s breath was suffocated, and he saw she opened her legs slightly, bent down, and pinched the meat pillar across her crotch, passed between her legs, and stuck tightly to her slit.

Her voice was soft and soft, and she said in a low voice: “Dad… grind me…”

The roots of her ears were so red that it seemed like light could shine through, her legs were slightly clamped, and her hands were pressed against the sink; she looked down at the scorching giant penis, and the roots of her legs were so hot that they seemed to be on the verge of burning, and her breathing became heavier unconsciously.

The kitchen light is still on gently, the knife is still on the cutting board, and the tomato juice slowly seeps into the wood grain.

Over in the living room, the sound of mobile phones vibrating and keyboard typing came from time to time. Shuwei was still focused on his so-called official business and knew nothing about what was happening behind the scenes.

This side of the kitchen is like a warm, secret room surrounded by time, with only panting, friction, and suppressed hot desires.

Brother Sheng moved slowly, slowly.

At first, there was a slight friction sound between the meat rod and the cloth. However, within a few seconds, the love fluid that continuously seeped out from his underwear turned the tiny friction sound into a smooth “plop” sound. The fluid wet his meat rod and melted his sanity bit by bit.

Puff——

“Hmm…hum…”

Puff, Puff——

“Ah…Uh…Uh huh…”

Shu Qi covered her mouth, holding back the sound to prevent it from leaking out.

And he was behind her, holding her waist with his palms, pushing in again and again, as if he was pressing the longing that had been accumulated for too long into her slit again and again.

They still haven’t really bonded.

But the intersection of dampness, heat and friction is even more devastating.