Chapter 487 - Happiness Beyond XIII
Chapter 487 – Happiness Beyond XIII
Xian Zihao raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her. "What is it?"
"Go to sleep, it's too late." Jiang Ruolan tugged on his shirt and smiled coquettishly.
Apparently, Xian Zihao understood her intentions. His expression was still calm. "This is a very important email from a friend in Beijing. I will go to bed after I finish reading it. Be obedient and don't wait for me."
Jiang Ruolan scratched her face. "How long do you need?"
Xian Zihao just looked at her. Finally, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. Then, he put his lips against hers and said hoarsely, "Half an hour. You have a fever today, no matter how early I sleep, I can't touch you. Let me be busy for a while. It will ease my suffering."
The corner of Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. Then she muttered under her breath, "I wonder who said that drinking that stew soup could make sweat come out of my body and help reduce a fever?"
Xian Zihao raised his hand to rub her forehead. He noticed that even though the fever had subsided a little, it was still a little hot, so he said, "I also miscalculated. The temperature at night is cold, go put a blanket over your body."
Jiang Ruolan glared at him and could only get up and return to her bedroom.
Half an hour later, Xian Zihao entered the bedroom. With the dim yellow light from the bedside lamp shining on Jiang Ruolan's face, he walked over to her and sat on the bed. He picked up a box of cold medicine on the bedside table, knowing that she had just taken it before bed.
It wasn't until he lay down and was about to hug her, Jiang Ruolan suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him with bright eyes.
Xian Zihao was stunned and looked at her. "Why are you still up?"
Jiang Ruolan smiled mysteriously. After wrapping herself in a blanket for a long time, she took out a thermometer under her armpit and waved it in front of his eyes. "I don't seem to be burning. It's down to 36.8 degrees!"
Xian Zihao looked into her bright eyes. He took the thermometer with a wry smile, looked at the number on it, and then frowned. "How long did you take?"
"It should be over ten minutes now." Jiang Ruolan snatched back the thermometer with a guilty conscience.
"Take it again. This time, take it longer." Xian Zihao looked at her sternly. He raised her arm and placed the thermometer under her armpit.
Jiang Ruolan sighed helplessly, "If I say my body is fine, then it means I'm fine. It's just a small fever and not serious. I spent too long in the water this afternoon and the wind was blowing a little, so maybe it's due to that I have a fever. I'm not a child."
Xian Zihao glanced at her, smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder and hugged her while leaning on the head of the bed, "A doctor once said that you were only in your twenties, so if you don't take good care of yourself and let it continue to be like this, as you get older, your physical fitness will get worse, so I have to pay more attention."
There was nothing to worry about, it was just that she was afraid of infecting her children, so she went to the guest bedroom. It was a rare occurrence that Zhan An happened to come to stay here tonight and was able to help them take care of their children. Only after being pestered by those two brats did she finally have some freedom, but in the end, Xian Zihao actually did not give her any face at all.
Seeing Jiang Ruolan staring fixedly at the ceiling, Xian Zihao couldn't help but laugh. He still held onto her with one arm while the other hand picked up the book on the bedside table. He looked at the cover and then opened it with one hand.
After a while, Jiang Ruolan took out a thermometer and held it in front of his eyes. She quietly glanced at him and her eyes were glowing. Xian Zihao also lowered his head to look at the thermometer in her hand and took it.
"I already said that I wouldn't have a fever, right?" Jiang Ruolan muttered in a low voice. Thinking back to the time when she took the opportunity to seduce him at that hotel, he didn't give her any face at all that day. Xian Zihao clearly saw through her thoughts and yet he insisted on watching her embarrassed herself.
Seeing her expression, Xian Zihao laughed silently and put the thermometer to the side. "37 degrees celsius isn't considered a fever, but the temperature isn't low either. When you wake up tomorrow, take cold medicine. Don't take your body lightly, are you listening to me?"
Jiang Ruolan gave a muffled grunt of assent before continuing, "You've just been home for two days. It's not easy for us to have time alone. Just before mom went inside the bedroom, her eyes seemed to signal something. If I didn't understand the signal, wouldn't I be a bad daughter-in-law? It seems that when you were in America, you had no shortage of women. Didn't they say that men can't hold their desire for a long time before getting sick? I'm afraid that my husband will suffer, so I'm planning a special night tonight, however, you–"
Jiang Ruolan grumbled in dissatisfaction, but before she could finish her words, her voice suddenly stopped.
Xian Zihao, who was placing a thermometer and a book as well as a medicine box on the bedside table, suddenly pounced and hugged her, and in the middle of her chattering, he lowered his head and sealed her mouth with a kiss.
Jiang Ruolan was dumbfounded. Xian Zihao smiled, and before she could go back on her word, the kiss slowly turned from gentle to deep.
Jiang Ruolan melted into his arms and slowly closed her eyes.
"Zihao, is this a dream?" His kiss gradually moved to her lower jaw and a warm and familiar numbing feeling spread throughout her body.
As Jiang Ruolan thought about it, she also felt a little shy and shaky as she lifted her hand and wrapped it around his neck. She was not willing to close her eyes anymore and instead opened them and deeply looked at the handsome man before her.
"No."
"In the last two days, even though I lived in endless contentment and happiness, I always felt that I was walking on thin ice and was always scared. Scared that this is only just a dream. I still remember when we were at the foot of the mountain, you were leaning against me, and at that time, your body was cold and only had a weak pulse. I was desperate, and I always thought that you would leave me forever. Sometimes I didn't dare to think about what happened to you in America, and I was afraid of thinking about the bad things. Zihao, I really regret my decision. I regret it for the rest of my life."
As she spoke, Jiang Ruolan lowered her head and smiled in his arms.
Xian Zihao stared at her with dark eyes that were filled with emotions. "Ruolan, it's all in the past now and I'm still alive, in front of you. This is not a dream, whether it's for you or for the children, Xian Zihao can't possibly let himself die so easily, so don't mistakenly think that it's all just a dream. You should have been confident in me from the beginning, believe that I would return, and you really have that confidence, right? My Ruolan is a strong little hedgehog, and even if someone told you I was dead, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
"Mm …" Jiang Ruolan looked at him with a smile. "Zihao, actually, there really seems to be a strange resonance between husband and wife. I don't believe in miracles but I also do know that as long as I wait, no matter how long I wait, there won't be any disappointment. Also, if it were not for you …"
"If it wasn't for me, what?" Xian Zihao's burning gaze swept over her face.
Jiang Ruolan turned her head to the side, smiling embarrassedly.