My Little Sweet Wife

Chapter 147 - Love Affairs IV (M)

*** This chapter contained a mature scene and was not suitable for younger audiences. Please skip the mature scene if you are uncomfortable. ***

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Jiang Ruolan suddenly smiled and lightly tapped him on the shoulder with her hand. "Xian Zihao, did you really eat ...Ahh!"

Before she could finish, she was suddenly lifted by her waist. Xian Zihao immediately carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He took her hand and led it to the half-undone button on his shirt.

Jiang Ruolan's eyes quivered as she instantly understood his intention. In an instant, her heartbeat became uncontrollable.

"Undone it."

Xian Zihao let go of her hand and motioned for her to move. At the same time, he covered her lips again, as if he was on the verge of patience. The gentle kiss gradually deepened, yet also seemed to coax.

Jiang Ruolan did not know how she had done it. He whispered in her ear, "How tolerant must I be to endure this, should you make it up to me?"

At that moment, her stiff hand that was resting on his shirt began to undone his shirt button, one by one, carefully, until his chest was fully exposed. Her fingertips trembled again and saw that Xian Zihao did not look satisfied.

Jiang Ruolan lowered her eyes to the belt at his waist.

Should she?

Was Xian Zihao waiting for this?

"Zihao, I …"

"Continue." His voice was thick and hoarse. Xian Zihao dragged his lips to her cheek, her chin, her neck before his tongue began to lick at her.

Jiang Ruolan took a deep breath as her fingers gradually moved downwards, opening the belt around his waist.

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**** MATURE SCENE ***

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Xian Zihao's hands grabbed her legs and hooked them around his hips so that the front of him pressed against her. Jiang Ruolan could feel the stark heavy outline of him under his dress pants.

His big hand tipped her head back, and he kissed her, licking at her lips until she parted them. His tongue swept inside, filling her mouth again, making her private part flood with heat.

Jiang Ruolan hardly knew what to do, and despite the way her thighs and arms and belly shivered with nervousness, her hips certainly knew, beginning to push themselves into his.

Xian Zihao licking her upper lip in a way that made her squirm. Then he pulled away, head cocked to the side. His hand trailing down her back to splay against one of her cheeks.

"What?" Jiang Ruolan asked nervously.

"Nothing. You looks beautiful."

Jiang Ruolan gasped as Xian Zihao squeezed her ass again, and dipped his hand beneath the hem, running a finger along the curve where her thigh met her bottom. His hands vanished from her, and Jiang Ruolan accidentally let out a mew of disappointment.

"Impatiens, aren't you?" Xian Zihao chuckled. His hands found the edge of her dress, his fingers rubbing where the hem met her thighs. His hands dragged her towards him, pressed himself tight to her, and the rough fabric of his pants scraping her.

Jiang Ruolan moaned. She was so sure that she was dripping wet. Something hard fit against her private part, and one of his hands ran down her back. That heavy, thick part of him pushed more fully against her, and she gave little, uncertain humps that made Xian Zihao grunt into her hair. "You feel so good."

"Zihao!" Jiang Ruolan's head swam, so much, so fast, hardly believing that her dress now sat above her hips, and Xian Zihao lay between her open thighs.

"Unbuttoned my pants."

Jiang Ruolan's hand trembled as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Then, when he was free, she was shy all over again. His rod was big and heavy and upright. Pleasure pooled in her belly, that she had done this to him. "Please kiss me." She whispered.

Xian Zihao kissed her, long, wet, open-mouthed kisses. He was so good at it and Jiang Ruolan let him take charge. She was trying to mirror him. His demanding licks and nips. she could hardly swallow it. The kiss was deliciously wet, and everything she gave him, he took all of it from her.

Tentative gasps could be heard in the room. Jiang Ruolan was sopping and soaked; she could see it on his fingers as soon as he delved between her legs with a hand, pulling aside the little string of her panty. One blunt finger drew back and forth across her labia lips, slow and deliberate, and it made her hunger for something inside of her.

Xian Zihao gave that to her quickly. He pushed one finger to split her open. "Oh, f*ck!" Jiang Ruolan cried out while biting down on his lip until that sharp pinch between her legs dulled and passed. Xian Zihao held his finger steady for a long moment as she adjusted around it, and then he slowly, achingly dragged it back out of her.

In, and then out.

Her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs. His eyes were dark and burning, were between her legs. Jiang Ruolan felt his desire for her all the way to her curled toes.

"More, please," she begged, and he added another finger. Jiang Ruolan couldn't control her moan this time. She moaned loudly. Then, Xian Zihao's voice low and dark could be heard in her ear. "Do you want to come?"

Jiang Ruolan froze, then flushed with sudden heat. "Yes." she said and grabbed more handfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer to her. She crushed her lips to his, and he thrust his tongue back into her mouth.

Xian Zihao's fingers slid out of her completely, and for a moment she clenched down on nothing. Then his thumb found her clit, and that finger on her was insistent, unrelenting, uncoiling that boiling, exhilarating spark between her legs.

"Zihao, please," she moaned. His other hand grasped his rod, and placed it at her very center, rocking forward with each gasp and moan and squeak she uttered. His rod was hot and too thick for her. Inch after inch of him entered her, and she couldn't help but clamp down on him each second of the way.

To push him out or pull him in, Jiang Ruolan couldn't decide.

"You're going to make me come if you keep that up," Xian Zihao ground out, a muscle in his jaw pulsing. "And I really don't want to come yet." He gritted his teeth. His own breath swallow and his shirt sticking to his skin. He dipped his head, burying it into her neck.

His hips pushed into hers, his rod filling her up to the hilt. Jiang Ruolan kept moaning and tightened her legs around his waist. His thumb was still circling her clit, thickening her arousal. Xian Zihao dragged his teeth down her neck and sucked on her throat.

"Oh my God." Jiang Ruolan whimpered. His thumb kept rubbing and rubbing her. Xian Zihao lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

She came. Oh, God, she came all over him, shaking and shivering in his arms. His lips at her ear, her forehead, her chin, whispering her name over and over again. She rode that crest, legs spasming, moaning, and whimpering in the dark. Her clit grew needy.

Jiang Ruolan trying to keep Xian Zihao completely still within her, but he refused it and kept fucking her steadily through it. His eyes traveled across her face as she sailed to the end of her climax. "You're so beautiful." Xian Zihao growled, and then he began to make love with her in earnest. His hands landed between Jiang Ruolan's head, his rod driving in and out of her.

"Just like that. Hold yourself for me. Ruolan, you're so damn tight."

"Zihao." Jiang Ruolan whined, his thumb still on her clit, the little bud was so swollen and responsive.

"I know, Lan Lan," he murmured. "Can you come with me? Can you come all over me again, Ruolan?"

Jiang Ruolan quivered and quaked at the timber of his voice, dark and panting for her. Xian Zihao kissed her cheek, running his hands lightly over her thighs and pulling her legs wider. His eyes on her, raking across her body: her clit, her legs, and her breasts that were spilling from the top of her dress.

"Hiss.. I can't--" his voice grew jagged, his lips at her ear. "Come, Ruolan. Come with me."

His rod pushed into her one more time, hard, and then she felt him spilling himself inside her. Jiang Ruolan moaned his name and came again. Her body was nothing more than a bundle of nerves and sparking ends.

"Are you okay?" Xian Zihao asked her. His tongue dipping back inside her mouth. This time, she sucked on him, tentatively using her tongue to play with his, which earned her a thumb on her clit.

Jiang Ruolan nodded and clutching at his collar. She almost slumping against him, his other hand rubbing the inside of her thigh, as she kissed him.

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The next morning, the sun shone through the cracks in the curtains to the bedroom, illuminating the room with a graceful glow.

Jiang Ruolan usually woke up at this time, but since she had not slept well in the last few days, she felt very sleepy. Although Xian Zihao had moved her body away from his chest slowly, Jiang Ruolan was still awake.

When he covered her body with a blanket, she was already awake but had not yet opened her eyes.

Jiang Ruolan did not open her eyes until she heard the bathroom door close. She lazily lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

About ten minutes later, the bathroom door creaked again, and Jiang Ruolan immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Xian Zihao wiped his dripping hair as he walked, then changed out of his bathrobe.

After dressing himself, Xian Zihao sat down on the bed. He glanced at Jiang Ruolan's trembling eyelashes and sighed. "Get Du Yating to call your company at eight o'clock and ask for a leave of absence. Let's get up for breakfast, then you can continue your sleep."

Upon hearing that, Jiang Ruolan abruptly opened her eyes and sat up, "No, I can't ask for leave. I still have some important news to report today at the company! Ruogang won't be able to get this piece of news by herself. The rest of the Department of Commerce's staff have all been transferred over, and their connections with the major organizations haven't been established yet. I can't ask for leave!"

After saying that, Jiang Ruolan laid on the bed again before she got out of bed. When she realized that she wasn't wearing any clothes, Jiang Ruolan immediately wrapped herself with the quilt. "About that…"

Xian Zihao smiled meaningfully but did not move.

"I'm changing, don't look!" She had to hug the quilt and groan.

Apparently, Xian Zihao was teasing her, and he didn't continue making things difficult for her. He got up and walked out of the bedroom.

After that, Jiang Ruolan heard a sound coming from the kitchen. She felt her heart warm and a smile appeared on her lips. She got up and took some clothes into the bathroom.

When she finished washing up, she saw that breakfast was already set up on the table.

In the past, she cooked breakfast for herself and was used to cooking when Yijun was around. But now...Xian Zihao took the role and took great care of her without complaint.

Jiang Ruolan glanced at the door at the foot of the spiral staircase that she hadn't opened since she'd moved in.

She remembered that on the night of their wedding, Xian Zihao had said before he left that she could use everything in the house except the room.

For a long time, whenever she saw that door, she didn't think about it too much. Even though she was from the media, she respected the privacy of others.

Even if it were between husband and wife, there would still be privacy. Of course, she wouldn't do anything. However, she can't help herself from feeling curious. What exactly was Xian Zihao's untouchable privacy?

Jiang Ruolan only glanced at the door for a moment before she collected herself and sat down at the dining table.

"Next month is the Old Man's eighty-fifth birthday." Xian Zihao suddenly said.

Jiang Ruolan's hand that was holding the spoon trembled slightly. "If I go to the Xian Residence again, grandpa will be angry. Won't it make the Old Man unhappy on his birthday?"

"The Old Man was stubborn, but his personality was simple and frank. As he got older, too many things did not suit his will. Only Cui Liuxian's matter has been on his mind for more than twenty years. On the day of the birthday banquet, you only need to stay close to me."

Jiang Ruolan nodded and didn't say anything.

No matter how much Old Man Xian objected to their marriage, it was always just persuasion or anger, but he didn't do anything to hurt her.

It was just that Jiang Ruolan didn't want to meet Cui Liuxian again, and she didn't want to stir up any more trouble, thus ending up provoking a bloody mess.

No matter how magnanimous she was, she was truly disgusted!

However, it would not be good if she did not attend Old Man Xian's eighty-fifth birthday. If she didn't go, Cui Liuxian would probably plot something at the Xian Residence and then take the opportunity to tangle with Xian Zihao.

In the past, it was one thing for Jiang Ruolan to avoid her, but now, she will no longer tolerate it. She will tell Cui Liuxian that she, Jiang Ruolan, was not someone that was easy to deal with!

When they finished breakfast, it was almost eight o'clock. Jiang Ruolan saw that she would be late and she needed to go to the H City Food Bureau.

Xian Zihao looked at the time and said that he would send her there first.

H City Food Bureau wasn't far from the Xian Group, but they had to pass through the Xian Group's building first. On the way, Jiang Ruolan looked at the extraordinarily handsome man beside her and felt a small sense of happiness in her heart. "If you send me to the Food Department first, wouldn't you be late?"

"The meeting starts at 9 in the morning. I'll send you there on time. It's alright." Xian Zihao gently laughed and suddenly put down his left hand on the steering and gently held Jiang Ruolan's hand that was on her leg.

He turned to look at her when the red light stopped, "Although the fever from two days ago subsided, this time it was very serious. If you feel any discomfort, remember to call me."

Jiang Ruolan smiled knowingly. "How could I be so delicate?"

Xian Zihao smiled. "The autumn wind is bone-piercing. I'm afraid you'll get sick again."

Jiang Ruolan lowered her head, her gaze touching his clean and slender fingers. Remembering the wedding ring that he had never worn before, she suddenly had an idea.

The black Land Rover moved through the traffic, and when it passed by Xian Group's Building, Jiang Ruolan subconsciously looked at the plaza once more.

When she saw that woman again, she couldn't help but be stunned. "That person stood here last night, could she be standing here the whole night? Is there something wrong?"

Xian Zihao shifted his gaze to the window on Jiang Ruolan's side and looked at the figure under the flagpole.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruolan felt his hand slightly stiffen as he held her hand.