A whirlwind marriage with a high-ranking official: Lights out, don't force me to take the initi

Ye Wenxi rolled her eyes: "Are you sick? What are you thinking about? I'm thinking about Xiaoxue."

Lu Weidong visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumped, almost scared to death by his own thoughts.

Ye Wenxi: "I have something to tell you, but you must not tell anyone else."

Lu Weidong: "What's up?"

Ye Wenxi: "Actually, Aunt Zhao and Aunt Han... are trying to match Xiaoxue and Fang Ruijun up."

"Fang Ruijun?" Lu Weidong raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know him?"

"I know him. He's the leader of the first special forces team, one of Su Feng's men." Lu Weidong paused for a moment, "Their entire special forces team... never mind, you go ahead and say what you want."

Ye Wenxi recounted what happened at Han Yulan's house at noon today.

The two elderly people begged her to persuade Wang Yingxue to open her heart a little.

However, Ye Wenxi couldn't quite grasp the right balance. Of course, she hoped that Xiaoxue would pursue happiness, but given the circumstances and the times, she couldn't fight against the prevailing forces.

If this causes Xiaoxue any additional harm, then it would be a loss that outweighs the gains.

After listening, Lu Weidong remained silent for a while.

"I can't explain it," Lu Weidong said, leaning against the edge of the bathtub with his arms crossed.

Ye Wenxi thought to herself, "That's true. Why ask Lu Weidong this question? He's so 'dull'."

He looked at Ye Wenxi and suddenly asked, "What if it were you? What would you do?"

"What?"

"If..." Lu Weidong carefully chose his words, "...if someone wanted to be close to you, wanted to take care of you, would you accept it right now? I mean, if the person who sacrificed themselves..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Wenxi lunged forward and covered his mouth with her hand.

A spray of water rose up.

Ye Wenxi's eyes immediately reddened.

Lu Weidong was stunned, somewhat surprised by this scene.

Ye Wenxi frowned, her breathing a little heavy: "Stop talking. I don't want to hear it."

Just imagining it from another person's perspective for a fleeting moment made her heart feel like it was being squeezed, the pain making it hard to breathe.

Lu Weidong looked at her reddened eyes and felt his heart melt.

He slowly removed the hand that was covering his mouth, holding it tightly in his palm. With his other hand, he covered her cheek and wiped the water from her face.

"Oh...it's okay, it's okay, I won't say it anymore. I'll express it in another way..."

Ye Wenxi took a deep breath, looked up at him, and said, "I understand what you mean."

"You mean..." Ye Wenxi's voice lowered, "We can't fathom how deep the feelings are between Xiaoxue and Chenglin. Like you said, if it were me..."

What would she do if Lu Weidong were gone?

Ye Wenxi looked into his eyes: "If it were me, I probably would never open my heart again in this lifetime."

Lu Weidong tightened his grip.

"It's not because I'm so noble, it's because..." Ye Wenxi lowered her head, looking at their clasped hands, "because it's you. There's only one you in this world. Without you, no matter how good someone else is, they're not you."

Lu Weidong's throat moved, and his eyes felt a little hot.

He pulled Ye Wenxi close, his deep voice escaping between his teeth: "...Me too."

After a while, Ye Wenxi looked up and brought the topic back: "I really didn't know the extent of Xiaoxue and Sun Chenglin's relationship. I didn't consider that before, I was just thinking about letting her accept her new life calmly. I was careless."

Ye Wenxi pondered for a moment.

"However...on another note."

"What if Xiaoxue, trapped in the swamp, wanted to get out?"

Lu Weidong looked down at her and remained silent for two seconds: "Then I think, whether it's me or Sun Chenglin, we both want to see the people we love living well."

"Perhaps we might even hope that someone can help her on our behalf."

"Whether this person is a soldier or a comrade-in-arms is not important. The premise is that the person is trustworthy."

Ye Wenxi looked at him and suddenly had a wicked idea.

She tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and said, "What if... what if I was in Xiaoxue's situation when you met me?"

She stared at Lu Weidong, wanting to see how he would respond.

Lu Weidong turned his head, his gaze falling on her face: "There's no difference."

"What do you mean there's no difference?"

"Whether you're a widow, single, or a foreigner..." He paused, sitting up slightly, "or whether you come from another world, it doesn't matter."

Ye Wenxi's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Weidong reached out, pinched her chin, and turned her to look at him.

His face was very close to hers, his nose brushing against hers, his breath on her lips.

"As long as you appear in front of me, I will hold on to you tightly..."

next second.

Lu Weidong's large hand supported the back of Ye Wenxi's head, and his burning lips covered her slightly red and moist lips.

Ye Wenxi stiffened, a soft sound escaped her throat... and she went limp, letting Lu Weidong pull her into his arms.

And she, in turn, clung to him tightly.

.........

In Ye Wenxi and Lu Weidong's bedroom, she hung two layers of curtains.

The first layer is a white gauze curtain uniformly distributed by the military region; it is semi-transparent and blocks the view but not the light.

The second layer was a work cloth that Ye Wenxi had specially sourced. It was indigo blue and as thick as canvas, and it was said to have been cut from discarded tent materials from the military.

With two layers and a pull, it can block out 90% of the daylight.

Lu Weidong's biological clock is more accurate than an alarm clock.

At five o'clock, Lu Weidong opened his eyes. He didn't rush to move, but first felt the weight in his arms.

Ye Wenxi lay face down, half of her body pressed against his chest, her cheek against his chest, her breathing even, her hair scattered in his shoulder, tickling him.

The blanket slid down to her waist, revealing her smooth back, the lines of which followed her spine downwards and disappeared into the floral quilt cover.

After last night's intense battle, neither of them was wearing anything.

Lu Weidong's large hand subconsciously covered her, gently stroking her shoulder blades twice.

The skin beneath his palm was warm and smooth, and the touch was so wonderful that he couldn't resist rubbing it a little longer.

The person beneath him gave a muffled "hmm" and snuggled closer to his neck.

Lu Weidong froze immediately, even stopping his breathing.

After waiting for a while and confirming that she hadn't woken up, he carefully pulled his arm out from under her, then slowly moved her head onto the pillow and pulled the blanket over her tightly.

Lu Weidong stepped barefoot onto the ground, which was cool to the touch, and felt refreshed.

The bedroom door hinges were making a slight noise. Lu Weidong held the doorknob and slowly closed it, making a click so soft it was almost inaudible.

The clothes were prepared last night and placed on the living room sofa: shorts and military uniform. They were laid out one by one without making a sound.

In the bathroom, he would turn the faucet half a turn less when brushing his teeth and getting water, and he would hold the toothbrush tightly when it touched the enamel cup.

Ever since he woke Ye Wenxi up by letting her go to the bathroom, he has been so careful, and even the smallest movements have become his habit.

After everything was tidied up, he went back inside to get his watch.

"Gone?" Ye Wenxi finally woke up.

"Okay, I'm going to do morning exercises." Lu Weidong leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

"Um...bye-bye," Ye Wenxi muttered. "I'll have lunch with you."

Lu Weidong smiled and said, "Okay."