My Little Sweet Wife

”Stop thinking too much. Whether itʼs Cui Liuxian or Shi Zheng, none of them will be the existence you need to worry about. I will take care of Cui Liuxianʼs matters.” Xian Zihao seemed to have seen through Jiang Ruolanʼs mind, his voice echoing over her ears.

The instant Jiang Ruolan raised her head after hearing what Xian Zihao said, her lips, which were no longer dry and cracked from the steam just now, were suddenly pressed by a kiss.

Her mind, which was not very clear due to a fever, suddenly became a mess. It wasnʼt that she hadnʼt been kissed by Xian Zihao before.

Jiang Ruolan quietly closed her eyes and responded to his kiss. She felt his breathing gradually grow hurried as if a kiss that was originally just to comfort her could no longer satisfy him, and because of her careful response, Xian Zihao was unable to control the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

His lips were cool and moist, not allowing her to react from the start. Jiang Ruolan seemed to realize something and retreated. She patiently coaxes the tip of her tongue from entangling him. Jiang Ruolan needed to stop because she didnʼt want Xian Zihao to get infected with her fever.

Xian Zihao did not want to let her go. He seemed to have been waiting and endured it for a very long time as well.

Xian Zihao grabbed Jiang Ruolanʼs waist and pressed her down firmly onto the soft sofa. He suddenly pulled away from her dark red lips and raised his hand to caress her burning face. There was a hint of worry and uncertainty in his eyes, ”Can I?”

Jiang Ruolan didnʼt know whether to shake her head or nod her head. She didnʼt know whether her body was burning from the heat or from the touch of his hand, but she wasnʼt feeling any better either. His chest seemed to be even hotter than hers.

The inexplicable smell of him made her feel at ease. It actually made her want to rely on him.

If Cui Liuxian was still unwilling to let Xian Zihao go, then Jiang Ruolan would no longer be passive. This man wasnʼt willing to give his hand to someone else. He only could be hers.

Because of Jiang Ruolanʼs initiative, all Xian Zihao controls snap just like that. A gentle and coaxing kiss followed her lips down little by little, sliding down her slender white neck. His large warm hands moved from her waist and unto her ribs.

This kind of sweet torture was unbearable for her. As Jiang Ruolan unconsciously moved her face, the tip of her nose brushed against Xian Zihaoʼs neck. She could smell Xian Zihaoʼs scent. A clean and fresh, mature yet with a hint of an extremely good smell of tobacco.

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*MATURE SCENE AHEAD*

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Xian Zihao slowly removed the towel from her body. Jiang Ruolanʼs bare breasts were demure and modest. They didnʼt compromise her slender figure. Her ribcage poked subtly out from where her waist began.

He couldnʼt draw his eyes away from her. His thumb lightly brushed her nipples as his fingers drifted further down. Jiang Ruolan tightened her grip on Xian Zihaoʼs arm. He found her belly and traced a line around her navel. ”God, youʼre so pretty.”

Jiang Ruolan whimpered and shuddered. Xian Zihao covered her shoulders with his one arm and held her in place. She sighed happily as he selfishly clasped her close again.

Jiang Ruolan whined as his hands drifted to her thighs. ”Z--Zihao!” His strong fingers caressed her legs tenderly. ”Oh...!”

Xian Zihao reached under her knee and pulled the leg closer as he tightened his grip. Her breathing bordered on hyperventilating now. Her excitement grew. Xian Zihao could feel Jiang Ruolanʼs clammy skin against his bare forearms. Her shoulders heaved under his grip, and her breasts sweetly touched his chest as she breathed. He explored her neck again.

Jiang Ruolan tilted her head away and trembled. Both of her hands rested on his shoulders. Xian Zihao turned his head to look at her. Jiang Ruolan kissed him deeply. Her thin arms slid over his neck and unto his chest as she drew closer still.

He reached out his hands and ran them from her arms down to where her hands rested. Their eyes were closed. Sometimes they peaked at each other as they kissed. Their ecstatic faces excited one another. They pressed harder and harder into each other. The deep kiss became a frantic and almost desperate struggle to feel and breathe and taste each other as thoroughly as possible. Their stifled breathing turned to soft moans.

Jiang Ruolanʼs hands touched his chest and her breasts poked his belly as he held her close. Her legs gently brushed him as she readjusted.