My Little Sweet Wife

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The corner of Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched as she rushed to the bathroom without a word.

She carefully stepped into the bathtub and slowly sat down. The moderate water temperature surrounded her. Jiang Ruolan closed her eyes, comfortably lifted her hand and gently rubbed her neck, then used her hand to wipe it down until her hand came into contact with the fifteen centimeters long scar on her shoulder.

Jiang Ruolan opened her eyes and frowned. Her fingers closed on her shoulders, then she closed her eyes again and lowered her head. She buried her face in the warm water to wash away the memories she didn't want to remember.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a faint knock on the door. Jiang Ruolan opened her eyes and looked back at the tightly shut bathroom door.

"Cui Liuxian had been waiting for you all night yesterday. She thought you would pick her up and bring her to the Han and Ling Family's engagement banquet! Yet, you did not even return to see her. Do you want to force Liuxian to death and make your grandfather's heart ache!"

When the door opened, the faint sound that came from the living room could be heard. The voice sounded like Old Man Xian.

Jiang Ruolan was frightened.

She couldn't hear what Xian Zihao had said, but Old Man Xia suddenly shouted, "Liuxian has grown up beside you since she was young, can you bear to watch her refuse to eat or drink all day?! That child has lost a lot of weight in the past month. Every day, she's been waiting for you to come back and visit her! Zihao, no matter what happens today, you have to go back to the house with me! I can't just watch that child grieve like this! Come back with me!"

Jiang Ruolan could no longer hear the conversation that followed. She felt uncomfortable. After less than a minute, she suddenly heard the sound of the door closing.

She was shocked. Could it be that Xian Zihao really left with Old Man Xian?

He's leaving just like that?

Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but be flustered and wanted to get out of the bathtub. Just as she was about to stand up, she didn't even have time to cry out before she was flipped out of the bathtub. Her butt landed heavily on the wet and cold floor, causing her to cry out in pain.

Jiang Ruolan rubbed her butt in a grievance. 

Her beautiful butt.

The bathroom door suddenly opened, and before she could recover from the pain, she saw Xian Zihao's figure in the corner of her eye. She looked at him in surprise. "You …What are you doing here?"

Xian Zihao first heard a muffled sound from the bathroom, then when he heard a faint groan of pain, he immediately went to the bathroom, thinking that something had happened to Jiang Ruolan.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Ruolan sitting naked outside the bathtub, holding onto the edge with one hand to support her body, while the other hand constantly massaged … The reddish part...

Seeing that there was a hint of awkwardness in Xian Zihao's eyes, along with a mocking smile, Jiang Ruolan immediately threw a towel towards him. She didn't even care about her red cheeks as she angrily scolded, "How dare you laugh at me! If I fall and become a cripple, let's see if you can still laugh!"

Xian Zihao suppressed his laughter and walked straight in. He bent down and lifted her up with his hand under her armpit.

Jiang Ruolan's butt was in pain and she borrowed Xian Zihao's strength to get up and leaned on his chest. The pain made her grimace as she held back a pool of tears.

Jiang Ruolan rubbed her red butt, then lifted her eyes to glare at Xian Zihao. She saw that the smile on his face had almost disappeared, and her face darkened as she said, "Didn't you go back with the old man to see Cui Liuxian?"

"You fell because you heard all this?" Xian Zihao could do nothing but laugh out loud. His black eyes were so deep, and he was looking at Jiang Ruolan's painful and resentful expression with a hint of smile.

Xian Zihao pulled the towel over Jiang Ruolan's body and pulled her up by her waist. He ignored her subconscious cries and carried her out of the bathroom.

The sunlight in the living room was very warm. When Jiang Ruolan was exposed to the warm sunlight, she squinted her eyes and looked towards the door. The door was shut tight, and Old Man Xian seemed to have left.

"Stop thinking too much. Whether it's Cui Liuxian or Shi Zheng, none of them will be the existence you need to worry about. I will take care of Cui Liuxian's matters." Xian Zihao seemed to have seen through Jiang Ruolan's 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 wasn't that she hadn't 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 didn't 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 Ruolan's 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 didn't know whether to shake her head or nod her head. She didn't know whether her body was burning from the heat or from the touch of his hand, but she wasn't 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 wasn't willing to give his hand to someone else. He only could be hers.

Because of Jiang Ruolan's 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 Zihao's neck. She could smell Xian Zihao's 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 Ruolan's bare breasts were demure and modest. They didn't compromise her slender figure. Her ribcage poked subtly out from where her waist began.

He couldn't 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 Zihao's arm. He found her belly and traced a line around her navel. "God, you're 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 Ruolan's 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 Ruolan's hands touched his chest and her breasts poked his belly as he held her close. Her legs gently brushed him as she readjusted.

She could feel something poking her. Xian Zihao then kissed her shoulders, put his nose between her breasts, and kissed it. Jiang Ruolan let out an excited cry. Her chest lifted itself from the sofa. He returned to her shoulder as he ran a hand to her belly and pressed it down.

Xian Zihao stands up and takes off his shirt, his pecs shaped wonderfully and his biceps looked strong but not too muscular. He undid his pants and pulled down both pants and boxers. His swollen rod swayed hard like a fleshy iron rod.

He climbed back on top of her and caught one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked on it for a few, long moments. Jiang Ruolan's breath grew heavy as Xian Zihao worked on her.

His lips descended lower on her body. First her sternum, then her abdomen, and then he nipped her thighs. Involuntarily, a whimper pushed through Jiang Ruolan's lips. She heard him chuckle against her skin. "You are so sensitive."

Of course, Xian Zihao knew what he was doing to her. He parted her legs further. 

"Dear God."

Right now, Jiang Ruolan's mind was falling apart. She didn't remember her name or where she was now. All she knew was Xian Zihao's tongue like heaven.

Xian Zihao massaged and nipped at her clit, savoring the sweet musky taste of her. He flicked her clit with his tongue as she clawed on the sofa. Jiang Ruolan bit her lips hard. Suddenly a pressure was quickly building within her. Her breath hitched as moans began to escape her lips.

She couldn't hold on any longer. She screamed Xian Zihao's name as she came in a deep guttural moan, propped up on her elbows as she rode her orgasm out.

Jiang Ruolan fell back heavily against the sofa. Xian Zihao kissed her body, found her lips as his hands pushed her hands over her head. Their fingers intertwined. Jiang Ruolan tasted a bit of herself as Xian Zihao deepened his kiss. This time he moaned. 

He broke their kiss and stroked her face. His eyes still churned with passion, and Jiang Ruolan could feel his erection against her legs. With one hand he guided himself to her.

When he touched her crossed legs, Jiang Ruolan's expression changed, and she hesitated to move. Xian Zihao kissed her on the cheek and they stood there for a while. When he felt her legs slide free and spread, he willed himself to move slowly. Their first touch drew a soft cry from Jiang Ruolan.

"Z...Zihao?!" Her hands clasped to his back

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I'm not good at writing smut but hey, at least I tried. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ