"Just what … Stop... What Are...You...Doing.." The entanglement of their kisses blurred Jiang Ruolan's words.

Xian Zihao did not answer, but released his hand from Jiang Ruolan's waist and slammed the door shut.

Immediately darkness enveloped them both. Jiang Ruolan could only catch a glimpse of the pitch-black light in his eyes, and the sweet scent of alcohol that permeated the air between their lips.

Was she drunk too? Was she drunk from just a single glass of white wine?

Otherwise, why did she bring him back to her house so foolishly?

Jiang Ruolan was no longer an ignorant child. She should have known that if she gave their marriage a chance, she might not be able to escape. Although Xian Zihao was rational and respected her wishes, but once she lost her determination, he would definitely not let her back down.

Was she really letting her guard down, or was it just the alcohol?

Seeing Jiang Ruolan suddenly fall silent and stop resisting, Xian Zihao began to kiss her gently. Her heart suddenly started beating uncontrollably, and she could almost hear the violent thumping sounds.

Jiang Ruolan felt that they should stop, and wanted to push him away.

In her panic and confusion, Jiang Ruolan didn't know what had happened to her. It was as if she had already walked onto another path and in fact, she had long deviated from the original starting point.

"I do."

"Because we're husband and wife, understand?"

"I won't divorce her."

"Ruolan is my wife, and she is, and always will be!"

"A hot shower will keep the cold out."

"Jiang Ruolan, who am I to you?"

Xian Zihao's words rang in her ears time and again. She seemed to be entirely bewitched by this man.

Jiang Ruolan stared at his deep and bottomless black eyes.

This kind of man always gave people a feeling of peace of mind. This kind of man always had a hint of gentleness in him. This kind of man was a fatal attraction to countless women.

Xian Zihao pressed Jiang Ruolan hard against the wall. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling.

He took off his windbreaker and threw it at his feet. Xian Zihao then took Jiang Ruolan's hand and forced it around his waist.

His hands trembled as he placed them on her waist, the heat from his fingers scorching her heart until suddenly there was a slight stabbing pain in her neck.

He sucked hard on the artery of her neck and his hand tightened around her waist, causing her entire body to tense up.

Xian Zihao paused as if he finally returned back to his senses. He rested his head against Jiang Ruolan's neck. His suppressed and quiet voice slowly sounded by her ear, "Why aren't you stopping me? Are you finally giving our marriage a chance?"

Jiang Ruolan looked at the man in front of her in the darkness. She didn't know if he was sober or really drunk.

On the night of their wedding, if Xian Zihao had done something to her, she might have compromised, but he always reminded her that their marriage was not based on love, that's why she deliberately kept the distance between them.

Jiang Ruolan slowly closed her eyes. A strange string seemed to pull at her nerves as her hand around his waist slowly climbing up his back.

Xian Zihao stopped what Jiang Ruolan was doing and looked straight at her in the darkness.

For a moment, his heart stirred. He pressed his hand against the back of her head and focusing his eyes on hers.

Then, everything seemed to have taken a sudden turn for the worse.

Xian Zihao seemed to fidget as he separated Jiang Ruolan's legs and squeezed his legs between her legs. Their bodies were tightly pressed together.

Jiang Ruolan's body completely leaned against him. Her hands moved down to his waist, and she looked at his eyes that glittered like stars in the darkness with a misty gaze.

"Jiang Ruolan, I've completely underestimated your influence on me." Xian Zihao suddenly whispered in her ear.

*Crack!*

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening was heard.

Jiang Ruolan's heart was still pounding, and her whole body was stiff with the sound. She suddenly raised her eyes and met Xian Zihao's gaze in the darkness.

His pretty eyebrows were slightly knitted, and his gaze was slightly cold as he looked at her. It was clear that he was unhappy with the person who suddenly entered the house.

"My brother." Jiang Ruolan said it in a small, hoarse voice. Their lips were still pressed together.

Xian Zihao stopped all his movements, but he still held her close to the wall. Jiang Ruolan was frightened by the sounds coming from outside. She raised her hand to push Xian Zihao away, but the moment she touched his chest, he won't move at all.

She gritted her teeth and said, "It's my brother … He's back … I'm here for a business trip, so I'll stay here with him for the time being!"

"Hurry up and let go. He will hear us."

After being interrupted, Xian Zihao really wanted to throw Jiang Yijun out right now.

This was Jiang Yijun's house after all, so how could Jiang Ruolan dare to mess around with Xian Zihao! If that brat knew the situation she was in now, he would definitely vomit blood!

Xian Zihao's black eyes stared at her, clearly not wanting to let her go.

As soon as Jiang Yijun entered the house, he noticed that the light was on in the living room. Jiang Ruolan's bag was left on the floor by the door.

Jiang Yijun immediately took a glance at the closed bedroom door. "Didn't this woman say she was having a party tonight? She's back already?" Jiang Yijun muttered to himself. He slowly walked towards Jiang Ruolan's bedroom and leaned against the door, listening to the sounds coming from inside.