Jiang Ruolan had been in the hospital that day, and although she had been half asleep, she had always remembered the three words he had whispered in her ear. She knew it was not a dream.
Jiang Ruolan lowered her head, not wanting him to see the redness in her eyes. She slipped away from his embrace, but Xian Zihao immediately held her waist tightly, not allowing her to move. His other hand caressed her body relentlessly.
Jiang Ruolan's voice was similarly hoarse as she said in a low voice, "Zihao, don't."
Xian Zihao stopped moving. It was not because of her struggle but because of her simple 'no'.
At this moment, Jiang Ruolan's heart was in conflict. On one side was her mother, while on the other side was her beloved husband.
She knew that it wasn't Xian Zihao's fault, but she didn't know what to do. She didn't want to leave him.