My Little Sweet Wife

It was midnight when they returned to H City.

Xian Zihao stopped the car. One of his bodyguards, Xu Jiu, took out Jiang Ruolan's luggage from the car's bonnet and walked straight to the entrance door.

As she got out of the car, Jiang Ruolan realized that there was also a combination of several floors of high-rise buildings and garden-type residential areas. She realized that this was a newly built upscale apartment house called "Greenville Residence" in H City.

This residential area didn't have many houses and was primarily made up of several apartments that were exclusive to each other.

Just as she walked in, the security guard at the entrance deliberately looked at her twice, as if Xian Zihao had never brought a woman with him to his house.

She did her best to ignore the guard's probing gaze as she entered the fire resistance door. She walked a few steps to the right and stopped.

Jiang Ruolan stood in front of the door hesitantly.

Xian Zihao stood in the living room with a glass of clear water in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He took a sip of water and looked at her indifferently. "Why don't you come in?"

Jiang Ruolan came back to her senses and stepped forward. After changing her slippers, she walked in hesitantly. She glanced at the cup of coffee on the tea table and did not touch it.

Her eyes looked around the house and she was impressed with the modern interior design.

Seeing that she did not like coffee, Xian Zihao did not say anything. He put down his glass and took off his wet jacket.

"I'm going to take a shower. There are two bedrooms, a study, and a cloakroom on the second floor. I don't use them much; you can take any room you like."

With that, Xian Zihao pointed with his chin at the door in the corner near the spiral staircase upstairs. That was just a brief introduction to his residence before he turned and walked to the bathroom.

Jiang Ruolan's mind finally calmed down.

Looking around, one can see that all the rooms were designed cleanly and simply. All furniture was mostly black, white, and gray.

Judging from the arrangement and slippers in front of the door, it looked like only a few people were coming to his house. Even the slippers at her feet were a new pair she just took from the shoe cabinet.

It made Jiang Ruolan wonder if Xian Zihao had lived here so long.

The surroundings are soothing, but the sound of water in the bathroom makes her even more restless.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door reopened.

Xian Zihao walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist.

Droplets of water still hung on his naked upper body, his pale skin radiating like the charm of a palace prince in the sun, his muscular body was very sexy, from top to bottom, it had no extra fat, everything was very nice.