[R18] Want a daughter-in-law – “Desire for a Daughter-in-law” Chapter 58 – Morning Light (2) [English]

Brother Sheng looked at Shu Qi in his arms quietly. She seemed to have finally exhausted all her strength and snuggled tightly against He’s chest. Her lips were slightly open, her breathing was slow, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Her cheeks were flushed, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and her body was covered with traces of a night of revelry, red marks and bruises from being kissed, bitten and caressed.

Just like the messy fragments of flower petals that have been ravaged by wind and rain, they are messy and charming, broken and soul-stirring.

Brother Sheng’s throat tightened, and his fingertips slowly passed over the small bite mark on her shoulder. What surged in his heart was not lust, but an indescribable feeling of love and guilt.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, whispering softly: “I’m sorry…”

As if he was afraid of waking her up, he slowly stood up and put her in his arms. The princess picked her up.

Shu Qi stirred in He’s arms, but did not wake up. She just buried her face into He’s chest with more attachment, and whispered in a soft voice like a dream: “Um…Dad…”

Brother Sheng’s heart was shaken, and his steps became lighter. He hugged her and walked into the bathroom step by step.

The moment you open the shower head, warm water vapor disperses in mid-air, covering you with a hazy curtain.

Brother Sheng carefully put her into the bathtub and used his hands to stir up water to moisten her skin, which was full of sweat and body fluids.

He’s fingertips traced her arms, collarbones, and abdomen. Every place seemed to have been occupied by him just now, retaining the heat that he had not yet faded away.

He lowered his head and while cleaning her, silently counted the traces in his heart, as if this could atone for her sins.

When his fingertips slid across the base of her legs, he was stunned for a moment.

Her vagina was extremely red and swollen, and was trembling slightly. There were still traces of her vaginal discharge, which were turbid and white, mixed with her love fluid, which had not completely flowed out.

he took a breath, his eyes were slightly sore.

He rinsed her lower body carefully with water, carefully, as if dealing with a fragile piece of porcelain.

He didn’t dare to touch it too deeply, he only dared to touch it gently with his fingertips, brushing away the remaining turbidity, as if wiping away the sins in his heart.

“Well…” She snorted softly in the water, frowning slightly, but she was still awake.

He whispered comforting words and continued to wash away the dirt on her.

After washing, he wiped her whole body dry, carried her out of the bathroom and returned to the room.

He put on a soft and loose shirt for her, and buttoned every button for her unskilledly; her hair was still wet, so he grabbed the hair dryer and wanted to dry it.

But he obviously underestimated his hair-drying skills, or had some misunderstanding about helping women dry their hair.

He blows awkwardly when the wind is strong or weak, so her hair is blown up by he.

He tried to straighten it out with a comb, but the more he combed it, the more messy it became, and the long strands of hair felt like tangles in his palm.

he frowned and cursed softly: “Tsk…how…how could this happen…”

Looking at the frizzy and messy hair, he could only sigh, scratch his head with a wry smile: “Well…it’s my first time to help a girl blow dry her hair. Isn’t this good?”

It was really funny to hear him fart.

After taking care of everything, he slowly walked upstairs with her in his arms and put her back on his bed. She rested her face on the pillow and slept peacefully and peacefully.

“Go to sleep…you’ve worked hard.” Brother Sheng looked at her, leaned over again, and kissed her forehead.

He turned around and went downstairs, changing the sheets that were full of sweat and body fluids. The whole bed was almost soaked. There were still drops of water on the pillow from when she was fucked until she cried. The quilt was tangled in a ball, and it seemed that there was still the residual warmth from the twisting when she moaned.

He put it all into the washing machine and poured in a lot of detergent, as if trying to wash away the night of immorality.

When the sound of the washing machine starting sounded, the sky outside the window was completely bright.

He went back upstairs and stood beside the bed, standing there quietly looking at her.

Somewhere deep in my heart, I feel so soft.

He knows that since last night, nothing can go back.

But he also knew that he could never let go.

He gently sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her face quietly, and said nothing for a long time.

Then he stood up, took some clean clothes, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door.

What was reflected in the mirror was a tired and scratched body.

His chest, abdominal muscles, and even the inner thighs were all covered with red and swollen hickeys and small scratches. These were all marks left by her.

Brother Sheng looked at the marks, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened the shower head.

The hot water poured down, washing away the remaining sweat and smell on he.

He lowered his head and let the water flow over his neck and back. He slowly rubbed his fingertips between his chest and neck, carefully cleaning along the marks she had bitten. Those red marks were dazzling but also made he feel a mixture of softness and madness in his heart.

It wasn’t until the foam and water drops on his body slid off that he slowly turned off the water, dried his body, and walked out of the bathroom.

At this moment, the sunlight slanted through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the floor, warm yellow and soft.

He wiped his hair dry, returned to the bedroom, crept into bed, and held the sleeping girl in his arms again.

She curled up in his arms, a small ball, like a sleeping kitten.

Brother Sheng tightened his arms and hugged her tighter.

At this moment, he didn’t need any words, he just wanted to fall asleep with her.

Just like that, with her.

Until time stops.

Even in my dreams, it’s still she.

…

…

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted into the room through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Shu Qi’s reddish face.

She slowly opened her eyes and reached out her hand in a daze, but she couldn’t touch anything. The other side of the bed was empty, with residual warmth, but no one.

“…Dad?” No one responded. Only the faint chirping of cicadas outside the window and the sound of cars in the distance proved that it was not yet night in the city.

She subconsciously wanted to sit up, but gasped the moment she moved.

“Hiss…” My whole body ached as if it had been hit by a truck, especially between the roots of my legs and the gap between the flowers, as if they were being torn apart, and every inch of my skin was silently protesting.

She frowned slightly, panting and pushing up her upper body, but even such a small movement caused her face to change slightly, and her legs seemed to be not her own, and it was difficult to close them.

“Ah…how could it be…it hurts…” She couldn’t help but blush, and opened the quilt, only to find that her body had been carefully taken care of.

Clean clothes, refreshing skin, and a faint scent of shower gel.

None of the wetness and mess after last night’s madness.

he did.

She imagined the scene where he gently picked her up while she was sleeping, washed her clean little by little in the bathroom, dried her hair, changed her clothes, and put her on bed.

The picture in her mind made her nose sore. She pulled the quilt up, wrapped it tightly around herself, and took a deep breath.

The quilt was still full of Brother Zhu Sheng’s scent, familiar, strong, and calm, soothing her heart like a hug.

She wanted to get up again, but her body didn’t obey her orders at all. In the end, she could only curl up in the quilt and lie quietly.

she closed her eyes, and the images from last night came uncontrollably like a wave——

The scene where he pressed herself underneath her body and pumped her wildly, the bold look when she sat on him and rode him, and when he slammed into her from behind, she moaned so much that she almost lost her voice…

Every scene was like a brand, still burning and rolling in her body.

“No, no… no… how could…” she whispered tremblingly.

She remembered how many times she had taken the initiative to cater to her, even tremblingly asking for sex.

How did I become like this at that time?

The fingertips subconsciously slid down the lower abdomen, and as soon as they touched the swollen and sensitive slit, they suddenly retracted. It was obviously painful, but there was still a faint numbness that made people blush.

“Uh… no… why am I… so lustful…”

Shu Qi bit her lower lip and buried herself in the quilt, feeling so ashamed that she wanted to disappear.

She thought of the words she said last night and the sounds she made. She was like a female animal in heat, not like her at all.

But she still remembers how profound the pleasure was and how reassuring it felt to be filled.

she even…

Even a little bit, I still want it.