My Little Sweet Wife Chapter 162 - When Will The Wedding Be Held? (M)

Chapter 162 - When Will The Wedding Be Held? (M)

**** The following chapter consists of a mature scene that isn't appropriate for younger audiences. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. ****

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Xian Zihao had a helpless smile on his face. He wrapped his arm around Jiang Ruolan's body and rubbed her head naturally. His eyes were filled with love and gentleness.

Jiang Ruolan had originally tried to console her heart, but it was still as cloudy as before, but because of Xian Zihao's natural actions, it made her feel more comfortable.

A few people around them who knew about their relationship had ambiguous smiles on their faces.

Jiang Ruolan blushed and tried to push Xian Zihao away, but in the end, she was firmly embraced by him.

The intimacy between the two made the old man and his wife, who were pa.s.sing by, smile. "President Xian and his wife are really dear to each other, when will the wedding be held? We need to prepare a red packet!"

Xian Zihao laughed lightly. Not only did he not let Jiang Ruolan go, but he also held her in his arms. "We have prepared the wedding recently. When the date is set, we will definitely tell you."

"Well, you must let us know at the wedding! Seeing how much President Xian and his wife loved each other, you had to do it as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you have a child one day and when the bride has to wear a wedding dress, it will be painful ~ ~" Director Yuan's face was full of smiles.

"Look at what you're saying. President Xian and his wife just got married not long ago. Young people nowadays don't want to have children so soon. Mrs. Xian, as a bride, you must dress up beautifully ~" Director Yuan's wife pinched her husband's arm.

"That may not be so. When you wore the wedding dress back then, didn't we already have a son in your belly? It's because you are so young that you're easy to conceive." Director Yuan joked.

Director Yuan's wife, who was already in her forties, immediately felt a little embarra.s.sed. She gave her husband an awkward glance, which was met with a hearty smile from him.

Jiang Ruolan's face reddened slightly when she heard their words. When Madame Yuan and her husband left to greet the other officials, Jiang Ruolan awkwardly scratched her forehead.

She looked at Xian Zihao with a smile. "About that, my chief editor is still waiting for me. I'll go find him."

Jiang Ruolan hastily pushed his hand away and ran out of his embrace. The smile in Xian Zihao's eyes was a bit ambiguous as if he was looking at her in another light. He was looking at her stomach.

With a blush, Jiang Ruolan turned around and quickly disappeared before his eyes.

When she got home, it was already very late. Jiang Ruolan was running back and forth in the lobby with her DV, while Editor-in-Chief Zhang, that son of a b.i.t.c.h, had brought his new girlfriend and had a drink with other politicians all night!

By the time she got home, Jiang Ruolan immediately threw herself onto the bed. She didn't even want to take a bath anymore and only wanted to sleep.

It was raining heavily outside, and Xian Zihao had just taken her home when he suddenly received a call. He let her rest first, saying that something had happened in the banquet and that he needed to return to take care of it.

Jiang Ruolan did not ask what it was but only nodded and entered the house. She was very tired and wanted to sleep, but after lying in bed and tossing and turning for almost an hour, she couldn't fall asleep.

While listening to the rain outside, Jiang Ruolan decided to get up to heat a gla.s.s of milk for herself.

Just as she was heating the milk, she heard a sound coming from the front door. She stuck her head out of the kitchen. It was Xian Zihao. He was completely drenched.

Jiang Ruolan was curious. He was clearly driving, and there was a covered exit from the Greenville Residence's parking lot and the apartment door. How can he get soaked like this?

Although there was very little snow in H City, the rain was enough to make people catch a cold. Jiang Ruolan left the kitchen and went straight to the bathroom to heat the bathwater for him.

She then pa.s.sed him a gla.s.s of milk that had just been heated up. Jiang Ruolan advised Xian Zihao to drink it first, even if he didn't like it.

He took a look at her and drank without a word, then stole a kiss on her cheek. His wet face was cold against hers, but he smelled good.

Jiang Ruolan laughed and pushed him away so she wouldn't catch a cold. Then she went to find dry clothes for him.

When Xian Zihao returned, Jiang Ruolan didn't ask him anything. Yes, they both seemed to be very close, but in reality, there seemed to be a gap between them that could not be ignored.

Jiang Ruolan took out some dry clothes and placed them in front of the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and told him that his clothes were outside, then turned around to leave. But before she could turn around, the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

Although this was not the first time she had seen him naked, her face was still red.

Xian Zihao was standing in front of her in his birthday suit, which scared her and caused her to immediately turn around with a flushed face.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly pulled her inside with him. "Come, let's wash together."

Xian Zihao slowly pulled Jiang Ruolan's dress on her body and let it fall into the pile of his clothes. He lowered a bra strap from her shoulder and repeated the same for the other shoulder, and then reached behind to unfasten the bra.

Xian Zihao stretched out his arm and dropped the bra on the pile of clothes. He lowered her panties down slowly over her a.s.s and let them fall to her ankles. Jiang Ruolan was now totally naked.

Her heart was beating fast. The bathroom had already steamed up with a dense fog of humidity and the sound of water strongly coming out of the nozzle.

A grin formed on Xian Zihao's face for being able to see such perfection in his wife. He stepped forward, closer and closer, as his glistening shaft swung heavily left and right. He examined her body like it was a fine work of art: a large, perky bust that was well more than a handful, an a.s.s so soft looking that it would be good enough to eat. Seeing her without clothes was enough to bring the beast back out of hiding.

Xian Zihao gently pushed her to the wall and began to caress her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with his wet hands. His hand then pinched her nipples gently, making them erect. He concentrated on rubbing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Jiang Ruolan leaned her head back against the tiles with eyes closed as she was enjoying the attention.

Xian Zihao then gently kissed her eyes, forehead, cheeks, and then her lips. His lips ground against hers, his tongue tasting every inch of her mouth until it rubbed sensually against her own. He growled, searching her mouth hungrily.

Water cascaded down, softly padding against the sea green tiles and porcelain tub.

"Zihao." Jiang Ruolan quietly called his name while stroking his chest. It was as smooth as satin, hot, bronzed, and perfectly taut with iron muscle beneath. Her fingers circled the round tip of his nipples.

Xian Zihao's breathing hitched. He wanted to crush her mouth in an all consuming kiss. His fingers clenched into the tiles behind her. His heart was beating so fast that he could feel it tapping at his chest, trying to bust out.

Jiang Ruolan's hands, so soft and innocent, moved down his rippled stomach. She followed every sculpted line of corded muscle. Xian Zihao wrapped his big hand around her delicate wrist, gentle yet firm in his grip. He bit her lips hard before releasing it.

He took up a spongey loofah and body wash. After giving it a good lather, releasing the fragrant scent of vanilla and shea b.u.t.ter, he began to caress Jiang Ruolan's body lovingly. He was languid yet thorough in his movements. Patient in arousing her.

Jiang Ruolan's skin tingled with electricity at each pa.s.s over her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Xian Zihao watched her intently, seeing every gooseb.u.mp form, how each nipple swelled and darkened.

Despite Jiang Ruolan's pleas, he focused on covering every inch of her front with sweet smelling soapy suds, making her skin slick and shiny. He caught a stray bubbly foam on her breast, cupping the opulent flesh and wiping it away over her nipple with his thumb.

Her core throbbed.

"You are so delectable," Xian Zihao purred darkly. He moved away, allowing the water to wash away the slippery soap. He used his hands to help, caressing her newly clean, sensitive skin. Jiang Ruolan went to reach for him but Xian Zihao growled as he pinned her arms above her head, pressing her into the hard, damp tiled wall. "Don't move."

Xian Zihao's other big hand traveled down, cleaning off the suds with the water, leaving her skin glowing. His hand smoothed over her slightly rounded stomach down to the juncture of her thighs. Jiang Ruolan felt helpless, dominated, and she loved it.

Xian Zihao's teeth nipped at her ear as his fingers searched through her folds. With the gentle spray of the water just hitting her hips and nether regions, Xian Zihao used his two fingers, parted her womanly petals to expose the peak of her s.e.x. He manipulated her tender flesh, moving back the c.l.i.toral hood and allowing the water to tease the bundle of nerves.

Jiang Ruolan shivered. Each drop of water was a tiny shock to her bundle of nerves. Xian Zihao could actually feel her c.l.i.t throb with the tension building inside her. He took one finger and circled the bud slowly, feeling the pulsations increasing.

"Zihao." she was dying. If it weren't for his holding support, she would have collapsed. Finally, Xian Zihao relented and turned her around, facing the sea-green tiled wall. He then began washing her back with the same care he did her front.

Xian Zihao growled with his dark hunger for her. Jiang Ruolan was pressed against the wall, the tiles cool against her overheated and sensitive skin. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt so heavy with taut nipples as her breathing became more uneven as her husband caressed her.

Xian Zihao was working on her legs when suddenly she felt his lips pressing into the curve of her a.s.s.

Jiang Ruolan jumped at the sensation of his abrasive tongue laving her cheek and the small bite that followed it. Why was he so into biting? It was like he wanted to mark her so that everyone knew that she was taken.

Xian Zihao's shaft was hard and filled with fire. His b.a.l.l.s drew up tight at his base as his fingers gently petted her womanly petals.

Jiang Ruolan had no idea how much he wanted to bite her again; to mark her. He licked her tasty core. The lips were swollen and pink. He took each outer lip and drew it into his mouth and greedily suckled. He then kissed around her saturated entrance while ma.s.saging the delicious mounds of her perfect a.s.s.

"Zihao, please..." Jiang Ruolan bucked her hips, trying to get him to lick her deeper. He gave her a light smack, his shaft jerking as the cheek rippled from the small blow.

"Behave." he chided softly. "You're always so impatient. I want to appreciate this view just a bit longer."

"Any longer and I'll die!"

Xian Zihao chuckled in that smoky timbre that sent an erotic thrill through her. He moved her hips back just a bit, her spine arching and her face were pressing into the damp wall. With sensual care, he began eating her.

His tongue lapped and explored each crevice while his thumb casually played with her c.l.i.t. His other hand would caress her a.s.s, ma.s.sage it, stroke her leg, and occasionally stroke himself when he was close to bursting to get the edge off. Every time he took himself in hand, Jiang Ruolan felt the vibrations of his groans deep in her core.

With another m.u.f.fled groan, Xian Zihao drove his tongue deep inside her tight yet slippery softness. She tasted of the sweetest, silkiest cream. The spray of the shower hit his back as he knelt before his altar of femininity.

His tongue loved her while his thumb rubbed her c.l.i.t harder.

Jiang Ruoalan's stomach clenched with exquisite contractions that made her cry out for joy. A flood of succulent vanilla cream hit Xian Zihao's greedy mouth, even dripping down his stubbled chin.

Xian Zihao stood up as Jiang Ruolan's curvaceous body shuddered against the wall. He kept her steady with his hands on her trembling hips. Covering her back with kisses, Xian Zihao drove his iron shaft deep into her supple heat. He groaned at the heavenly sensation of her muscles fluttering around him. His big hands moved over her front as his teeth nibbled her ears.

Xian Zihao caressed the creamy mounds of Jiang Ruolan's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his thumbs circling the darkened tight nubs.

Jiang Ruolan wiggled her hips, trying to get every bit of Xian Zihao's rigid flesh inside her. His wet, slippery fingers dug into her hips in a bruising grip. He growled low, "Don't move or you'll finish this way before the real fun begins."