At night, Zhou Shufen slept with Xiaoyi in her arms. The hospital beds were not large but a single bed. Since Xiaoyi was very small, then the bed became big,

Xian Zihao was already looking so exhausted, even at this time, he was still flipping the document.

Jiang Ruolan thought for a moment, then called out his name. "Zihao."

Hearing her voice, Xian Zihao immediately looked up. He thought she felt uncomfortable, so he put down the document and walked to her bed. He bent down and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Ruolan stretched out her hand from under the blanket and grabbed his wrist. She said with a pained expression, "This bed isn't that small. You should lie down too."

Upon hearing this, the corner of Xian Zihao's lips curved slightly. He gave her a soft smile. "I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

Jiang Ruolan frowned and held his hand tightly. "If you don't lie down, I won't be able to sleep." She then moved to the side, "Look, this bed can accommodate two people. Even if you sleep with me, it will not be crowded at all. You can't sleep and rest well on that couch."

Seeing that Xian Zihao was finally about to waver, Jiang Ruolan pulled on his arm and said coquettishly, "Hubby, lie down. Let's sleep together, ok?"

Xian Zihao didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. Did this woman really not know how enticing those words were to him?! He had only returned after traveling for such a long time. If they were to sleep together like this, he was probably the only one who wouldn't be able to fall asleep. At all.

"You sleep. I'll sit next to your bed, hmm?"

Xian Zihao smiled and decided to pull the chair to the side and sit next to her.

Jiang Ruolan, on the other hand, was determined not to let him continue to sit like this. She pulled his wrists with both hands and tugged on the sleeves of his shirt. "Zihao ~"

Xian Zihao had a funny look in his eyes. Seeing that Jiang Ruolan began to act like a spoiled child, he finally sighed and held her hand, "This bed is too small. You will not feel comfortable after being squeezed together."

"If you don't lie down, I won't be able to sleep." Jiang Ruolan said firmly.

Finally, Xian Zihao could only sigh helplessly as he took off his suit jacket and put it on the chair. Jiang Ruolan smiled and moved away a little. She took the initiative to lift the blanket and wait for him to come.

Xian Zihao undid two buttons on his collar and looked at her again. The moment he laid down, Jiang Ruolan carefully covered the two of them with the blanket.

Xian Zihao lifted her to his chest and hugged her. He then gently kissed her forehead and said in a seductive tone, "Be good and go to sleep."

Jiang Ruolan felt a warm feeling in her heart. She rested her head on his shoulder, looked out the window, at the moonlight and at the man sleeping next to her. He was snuggling close to her.

Jiang Ruolan suddenly remembered that they had been married for almost ten months. Xian Zihao, who had been estranged from noble people for a while, had given her such a warm and blissful marriage. This man was not the exalted President Xian whom everyone respected, but an ordinary and simple husband. Her husband.

When Jiang Ruolan looked up at him, she didn't notice that her breath was always on his neck. Xian Zihao's originally relaxed body suddenly stiffened. He tightened his grip on her waist.

Jiang Ruolan was startled and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Xian Zihao lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms, who had an innocent expression. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. "Nothing. Hurry up and go to sleep. Don't keep staring at me."

Jiang Ruolan had missed him a lot during the time he was away on a business trip, and now when she was in his embrace, she was even more reluctant to sleep.

Jiang Ruolan brought her face close to his neck, greedily breathing in the familiar and pleasant smell on his body.

Xian Zihao was lying down leisurely, quietly hugging her, but the woman in his embrace was like a seductive kitten. She didn't even notice what she had done to him.

Not long later, the little kitten opened her mouth again, "Zihao, you don't wear perfume but why do you smell so nice?"

His eyes were like water. In the darkness of the ward, the moonlight made the light in his eyes so obvious. His handsome brows slightly raised as he whispered, "Am I?"

Jiang Ruolan nodded. "Really. Sometimes, when you are behind me, I don't need to hear your footsteps or voice. I can immediately feel your aura."

Xian Zihao was in a good mood because of her words. His lips curved up slightly as his slender fingers gently caressed her hair.

At this moment, Zhou Shufen, who was laying on the other bed, moved slightly in her sleep.

Jiang Ruolan stopped for a moment and looked up abruptly. She looked at the bed opposite her. Zhou Shufen didn't seem to be awake. She only turned around slightly in her sleep.

Xian Zihao hugged Jiang Ruolan's shoulders and pulled the blanket until his chest. He then patted her shoulder gently with his hand, coaxing her to sleep.

Jiang Ruolan pressed her body tightly against his, and their bodies pressed together. Before she even noticed that Xian Zihao was a little tense because of her actions, she felt an itch beneath her feet.

Jiang Ruolan subconsciously twisted her legs and rubbed them against the blanket. Suddenly, she heard the breathing above her head become unstable and it was getting heavier and heavier.

Jiang Ruolan looked up, making Xian Zihao tightened his grip on her. His warm eyes had already turned dark, and when their eyes met, her lips immediately went dry.

Without waiting for her to react, Xian Zihao's lips suddenly pressed against hers. His nimble tongue took the opportunity to prick open her mouth and rush straight in.

Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but let out a low moan. Xian Zihao quickly warned her. "Keep quiet."

Jiang Ruolan still remembered where she was, so she did not dare to make too much noise. However, her longing for the past few days had also made her completely lose all will to resist.

Because of her passionate response, Xian Zihao's body felt even hotter. Their lips and tongue intertwined and their kiss became more and more urgent.

Xian Zihao pulled the blanket over their head and continued kissing her. Jiang Ruolan's sight was covered by the darkness. His lips moved from her forehead to her eyes, her nose until they covered her lips again.

When the only oxygen in her lungs was almost completely absorbed by him, she faintly struggled, but at the same time, Xian Zihao firmly pressed her down on the bed and stopped her from moving.

Xian Zihao swiftly inserted his hand into her silky soft hair to hold her face and carefully pushed the blanket away a little. He sucked every inch of her soft lips and nibbled it.

He wrapped his long arms around Jiang Ruolan's waist and pulled her closer to his embrace. She was pressed into the bed by him, and a faint moan was heard, again.

His lips moved slowly to her ear and sucked it. It was extremely warm. Jiang Ruolan suddenly started to panic a little. Her mind told her that the two of them could no longer continue this, but in her heart, there was another voice pushing her rationality down. She could only subconsciously hold tightly onto his clothes, closing her eyes from time to time and opening them only to see darkness.

Jiang Ruolan faintly felt Xian Zihao's gentle and burning gaze on her.

His lips were once again pressed against her. The darkness was like an endless abyss, and her heart, which was bound by reason, jumped out with too much longing and emotion.

Jiang Ruolan could no longer endure his teasing. She tugged at his shirt's collar and her fingers slowly tracing his slightly open chest. Her hand also seemed to have its own will as it continued to move downwards without stopping for a moment.

"Ruolan." Xian Zihao suddenly grabbed her hand and turned his body to his side. He lifted her in his arms again, no longer pressing her onto the bed. He gently embraced her.

As he steadied his breathing, Xian Zihao whispered into her ear with his abnormally hoarse voice, "You sleep on your own. Be obedient or else I won't be able to hold back. This is, after all, a hospital, and not a private room."

There was a hint of suppressed pain in his voice. His grip on her waist showed just how much willpower he was currently enduring.

Jiang Ruolan had also sobered up by his words. However, just as Xian Zihao was about to get out of the bed, she pulled him back and whispered, "Don't! Zihao, lie down. I'm not moving. I promise I won't!"

Xian Zihao glanced at her and saw that she really didn't want him to sit on the couch all night. He smiled helplessly and lay back down.

Xian Zihao held her in his arms and sighed. "You really overestimate my self-control."

The blush on Jiang Ruolan's face gradually faded as her mind returned to her rational self. She obediently stayed in his embrace without moving. She smiled but didn't say anything. She merely rubbed her head against his shoulder like a kitten.

Gradually, she fell asleep in his embrace. When Xian Zihao saw that Jiang Ruolan had fallen asleep, he sighed lightly and gently straightened his shirt's collar.

In the other sickbed, the figure that had been sleeping with Xiaoyi did not move at all the whole night.