My Little Sweet Wife

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*** THE CONTINUATION OF MATURE SCENE ***

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"Shhh… The pain will go away." Xian Zihao pulled her closer. He kissed her again, to calm her down. She left out a sigh, and he continued. He never took his eyes from her's.

Contact. Collision. Entry.

Jiang Ruolan squeezed her eyes shut and hissed. Her mouth hopelessly drifted open as she put her forehead to his shoulder. Her fingers clawed at his back as she gasped, coughed, breathed sharply.

Her warmth enveloped him and sent a wave of heat and excitement over his entire body. Xian Zihao pushed as far as he dared. Her gasps and whines became more desperate the farther he went. It was when her mouth hung open in wordless, soundless confusion that he halted himself.

Jiang Ruolan paused to catch her breath, and Xian Zihao buried his face into her tiny shoulder. His breath clammed up her shoulder while she put her hands over the back of his head. They remained there, unmoving together, for a short time.

Xian Zihao pressed his face into her chest. Jiang Ruolan sighed gently. He raised his head to kiss her lips. She pressed against him and held the side of his face. He carefully slid back from her and lifted his hips as they kissed.

He stroked her the first time.

Jiang Ruolan pulled her lips from his and cried out. He caught her head and held her close as he carefully did the same once, twice, three times. She whined softly as her toes curled.

Xian Zihao needed to bite something but instead, he clenched his teeth. Each movement nearly finished him. There was no space to be spared. The envelopment was complete and perfect. He was tempted to bury himself completely inside her, but he didn't want to hurt her. 

Xian Zihao lifted himself off her as he continued. He took her hands and held them steady. Jiang Ruolan put her head back and closed her eyes. Her breathing became steady, but her voice kept leaking from her lips with each stroke. Her breasts shook. The rhythm was intoxicating. Each time she'd whine, her body would move and his excitement folded unto itself.

Xian Zihao selfishly wanted to thrust harder and harder. He would make her move more, cry more, love more. He remained at their pace.

Jiang Ruolan became bolder and opened her eyes. At first, she looked at nothing and would wince and sigh as they moved. It was when she locked her eyes with Xian Zihao and squeezed his hands that nearly overwhelmed him.

Her breathing, her eyes, her hair, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts... she was giving everything to him now. Her face was distraught with feeling, intensity, excitement. Both of them were too overwhelmed to smile.

A fear suddenly took her expression. Xian Zihao had grown bolder himself as he moved. Jiang Ruolan shut one eye and moaned, long and irreverently. She never looked away from him.

Xian Zihao looked at Jiang Ruolan intensely. This was his wife. She was crying for him, moving for him, breathing for him. He was the one doing these things to her. He was the one driving these sounds out of her, sending those tremblings through her body. Him and him alone.

Xian Zihao's boldness began to overwhelm her. Her legs and arms became limp in his embrace. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as something began to take her away.

Xian Zihao paused and slid his arm under Jiang Ruolan's waist. He held her close, supported her, and loved her. He was very close now.

Jiang Ruolan screamed. Her nails dug into his back. Her legs squeezed against his own as he moved. Her voice came in wave after wave. This was the most she'd ever felt with someone. They were giving to each other completely.

Jiang Ruolan's voice trembled as they reached a crescendo. "Oh, Z..Zihao...Ah, Zihao!" She gasped and gasped as her tiny body wrapped its limbs around him. She hung on for dear life as Xian Zihao moved.

And then he stopped and pressed her onto the sofa and buried his face in her neck. He gasped and groaned as his body shook. 

Jiang Ruolan convulsed and trembled with him. Her trembling, quivering voice tickled his ear as she pressed her face to his shoulder.

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*End of MATURE SCENE*

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Xian Zihao sighed as he withdrew from her body.

Jiang Ruolan was covered in sweat. In order to prevent her fever from getting worse, he kissed her on the face and cleaned up the sofa. He carried Jiang Ruolan, who had no strength left, into the bathroom and placed the shy woman, who had buried her face in his neck, into the hot tub.

Jiang Ruolan was so embarrassed that she wanted to struggle out of the bathtub, but Xian Zihao firmly held her down. With one hand, he brushed away the wet hair on her face and whispered, "Taking a hot bath can relieve your body's discomfort."

Jiang Ruolan glared at him. Who would have thought that everything would happen without warning?

However, the pain from the fall in the bathroom had started to subside. Jiang Ruolan suddenly raised her arms and crossed them in front of her chest. She saw Xian Zihao smiling at her. She shouted in embarrassment, "What are you looking at!"

Xian Zihao reached into the water to test the temperature and then added a little hot water. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he turned off the hot water and looked at her, "Do you want me to help you wash? Or do you wash it yourself?"

"I'll wash myself! Get out!" Jiang Ruolan's originally hoarse and pained voice was now getting more pitiful as she stared warily at Xian Zihao.

Xian Zihao knew she was unwell, and he couldn't control himself for the time being, so he walked out to get a towel off the couch and stacked it beside the washstand that she could reach. "Don't throw it again." With that, he walked out and closed the door,

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath and looked at the closed door. She looked at the clean clothes that she had hung on the side, then looked down at herself.

She rubbed her head, which was still a little dizzy. Jiang Ruolan stood up carefully, took the towel, and wiped her body. After drying her hair with a towel, she changed into Xian Zihao's shirt, then opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Her legs were still weak. As soon as she walked out, she threw herself onto the sofa, unwilling to move even a little bit.

Xian Zihao also took a shower, and when he walked to Jiang Ruolan's side, he could smell the faint fragrance of the shower gel wafted from her body.

His hand was very warm, but it still felt a little cold when it touched her forehead.

Jiang Ruolan laid her head on the cushion and groaned uncomfortably. "I don't think my fever will get better, you can even eat me up at a time like this. As expected, you, the CEO of a large company, are really inhumane."

Xian Zihao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jiang Ruolan was obviously enjoying it, but now she was blaming him for being such a rascal.

His good-looking brows were slightly raised. "Do you want me to be inhumane again?"

If not for her fever, would he be willing to let her go so quickly?

Of course not!

Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. She curled up into a ball and leaned against the sofa. She pressed her face to the cushion and muttered mournfully, "My head is hurt."

Xian Zihao sighed. He went to the refrigerator and took out some ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, and covered her forehead with it.

Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to sit up, she was stopped by Xian Zihao, causing her to have no choice but to continue leaning back on the sofa and raise her head.

The icy feeling on her forehead made Jiang Ruolan feel a little better, and when she saw that there was an obvious "deserved'' expression in Xian Zihao's eyes, she immediately covered her eyes with her hand.

Jiang Ruolan immediately closed her eyes, enjoying the icy and comfortable feeling on her forehead. She didn't want to look at Xian Zihao's face that would bring disaster upon itself.

"With zero degrees, you've stood still for three and a half hours. You are lucky because you only have a fever."

When Jiang Ruolan heard his words, she immediately opened her eyes. "How do you know I stood there for three and a half hours?"

Xian Zihao did not answer but only raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at her enigmatically.

He bent down and laid beside her.

Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to subconsciously move to the side, Xian Zihao wrapped his arm around her.

Xian Zihao had just taken a shower, and his short hair, which had not dried yet, looked dark and shiny, a little more disheveled than usual. The feeling of the two of them being pressed together at such a close distance once again came to her.

Jiang Ruolan blushed but she was unable to move away from him. She looked directly at his straight nose and those dark, deep eyes, and a strange sense of reassurance came over her.

Xian Zihao gently held her in his arms and stayed silent for a while. Suddenly, he bent his head and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. Then, a gentle and delicate kiss landed on her lips. It was a gentle kiss. 

When Jiang Ruolan raised her head, she noticed a bite mark on Xian Zihao's lips. Her face couldn't help but blush again. The two of them seemed to have suddenly gotten closer to each other, and somehow, she felt at ease.

It was as if Xian Zihao belonged solely to her. He was not the aloof and exalted President Xian that was revered by others, nor was he the cold and detached figure who turned around and left before her eyes seven years ago.

Xian Zihao was so good to her and it made Jiang Ruolan want to touch him and hug him back to see if he was real.

She could see that he had been trying to reassure her with every word and action since she had woken up drunk and with a fever of forty degrees last night.

Xian Zihao seemed to know the reason for her departure without a word, the fear that hid in her heart, and he tried his best to soothe all the wounds she had suffered for so many years.

Suddenly, the sound of a text message came out of the bedroom, breaking the harmonious atmosphere in the living room. Jiang Ruolan was stunned and was about to get up to take a look, but who knew that Xian Zihao would not let her go?

"I'm going to take a look at my phone." Jiang Ruolan was struggling slightly.

"Maybe 10086.¹ " He said lightly.

Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. "Even if it's 10086, it may be very important! Let me take a look!" 

Finally, Xian Zihao let go of her and watched her run into the bedroom with one hand covering the towel on her forehead and the other trying to pull down the hem of her dress that had just covered her buttocks.

Jiang Ruolan checked her phone and saw that it was a text from Qin Gengxin. 

'I'll go home on Monday afternoon. Let's have dinner together in the evening,' he said. In the end, he even added a line to sign it: "— Your beloved Gengxin." 

Jiang Ruolan blushed in embarrassment. Just when she was about to reply, she suddenly felt a shadow appear behind her. She turned around and saw Xian Zihao standing by the bedroom door behind her with a meaningful look on his face.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled gently, so gently that Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but shiver.

She put down the towel on her forehead and raised her hand to touch her forehead. Jiang Ruolan felt that she shouldn't reply to this message. It would be better to pretend that she didn't see it.

Just as she was thinking, her phone's ringtone suddenly hooted in her hand. Her eyelids jumped slightly as she lowered her head to look at the name displayed, causing her scalp to suddenly tingle. 

"Why don't you answer?" Xian Zihao asked in a soft voice, pretending to be unconcerned as he leaned against the door.

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Glossary:

¹ One of the most commonly used phone number in mainland China. Customers of China Mobile dial 10086 or send message to it for services.