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

Wang Hao's kisses traveled down her earlobe, to the side of her neck, and then slowly down her collarbone.

Ding Jiahe suddenly stiffened and subconsciously raised her arm, trying to cover the hideous old scar on her right arm.

Wang Hao gently grasped her wrist and moved her hand away.

He lowered his head, pressed his lips to the uneven scar, kissed it gently, and then kissed his way up to wipe away the moisture from the corner of her eyes.

"Don't look," Ding Jiahe turned her head away, her voice trembling, "It's too ugly."

"You're not ugly," Wang Hao said in a hoarse voice, stroking her arm with his hand. "There's nothing ugly about you, don't cover it up."

After he finished speaking, his lips continued to travel downwards, brushing past her shoulder, and finally burying themselves in the softness of her chest, gently kissing her.

Ding Jiahe tilted her head back, ran her fingers through his hair, and her breathing became completely disordered.

Wang Hao placed his palm on that spot, a gentle movement that made Ding Jiahe tremble.

He hooked his finger on the edge of the red gauze pants, his breathing heavy, his eyes fixed on Ding Jiahe.

He paused for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Is that alright?"

"Mmm..." Ding Jiahe responded with a slight pant, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

The voice trembled violently, but there was no hint of refusal.

Wang Hao moved. He propped himself up, took off his last clothes, and then bent down again.

Ding Jiahe felt the burning heat on his body and hurriedly reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly on his firm muscles.

"I'll go slower..." Wang Hao said softly.

"Um.."

Wang Hao leaned down again, supporting himself with one hand beside her ear and gently holding her waist with the other.

"Don't be afraid..." Wang Hao comforted her in a hoarse voice, and slowly tried.

Ding Jiahe's body tensed instantly.

Wang Hao stopped immediately: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"fine...."

After becoming unbalanced in certain subjects...

She felt the sharp pain slowly subside, replaced by a peculiar, strange sensation.

"Is that alright?"

"Mmm..." Ding Jiahe's voice trembled slightly, but it had a softness that she herself was unaware of.

Wang Hao's movements were extremely gentle and slow; he only continued after confirming that she could accept it.

Ding Jiahe closed her eyes and passively endured it, her fingers unconsciously scratching at his back.

But gradually, that discomfort was replaced by a strange feeling.

It felt as if an electric current was spreading through it.

From bottom to top, from toes to head, Wang Hao's XX exploded in my head.

Ding Jiahe's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, her brows still furrowed, but she let out broken moans.

"Wang Hao..." she called out unconsciously, her voice broken and incoherent.

He supported her waist with one hand and ran the other through her hair, showering her with kisses from her forehead to her eyes, from the tip of her nose to her lips.

Ding Jiahe could no longer hold back and shouted it out loud.

After the waves of distance subsided, all that remained was the violent heaving of my chest.

Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and she was breathing softly. A thin layer of red flushed her cheeks, and her wisps of hair were stuck to her skin with sweat.

Wang Hao leaned against her side, his arm trembling slightly.

He looked down at the person beneath him, his eyes as deep as a still pool.

He reached out a hand, his fingertips gently brushing across Ding Jiahe's eyebrows, gliding over her tightly closed eyelids, and finally stopping at her lips, slowly caressing those two lips that were red and swollen from being kissed.

His eyes were slightly red.

Wang Hao slipped his arm under her neck, pulled her up, and held her tightly in his arms.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzled against her, and took a deep breath, as if trying to etch her scent into his lungs.

Ding Jiahe slowly recovered from the surging afterglow, sensed Wang Hao's emotions, and opened her eyes groggily.

She raised her hand and softly placed it on his back, her voice still hoarse and languid:

"...What's wrong?"

Wang Hao then relaxed a little and looked down at her again.

A slow smile spread across his lips, his eyes filled with tenderness and emotion, as if he were looking at a lost treasure that had been found again.

"It's nothing, it's just...it feels so good." His voice was low and husky, and he rubbed his thumb against her cheek again. "It's all true, isn't it?"

Ding Jiahe looked at his reddened eyes and her heart softened. She raised her hand and stroked his face.

She pressed her face against his chest, listening to his still-beating heart, and softly replied, "Of course... silly."

Wang Hao lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply, reuniting with her.

He cradled the back of her head with one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist with the other, leading her to indulge in debauchery on their newlywed bed.

The new red quilt cover was crumpled and messy, the intertwined branches pattern twisted into various shapes.

The light from the small bedside lamp flickered violently on the wall, casting two overlapping shadows that were indistinguishable from one another.

Wang Hao kissed her eyes, her tears, and then kissed down her nose, finally capturing her lips deeply.

Ding Jiahe felt like she was burning and melting, turning into a pool of water.

"Wang Hao..." she called his name, her voice choked with sobs.

"I'm here..." he replied, his voice husky and tender, "I've always been here..."

......

As midnight approached, Wang Hao rolled off Ding Jiahe and lay down beside her; both of them were panting.

After a while, Wang Hao turned over and pulled Ding Jiahe into his arms.

Both of them were covered in sweat, but neither of them wanted to separate.

Ding Jiahe buried her face in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles on his abdominal muscles.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Hao suddenly asked, his voice muffled.

Ding Jiahe shook her head, her hair tickling his chin.

She added softly, "It hurt a little at first... but then... it didn't hurt anymore."

"So... is it comfortable?" Wang Hao asked again.

"Bang--!"

"Ouch~~ You're so annoying." Ding Jiahe punched him in the chest in embarrassment.

"Cough cough..." Wang Hao rubbed his chest. "How do you still have so much energy?"

Wang Hao looked down at the person in his arms, a look of surprise on his face: "Don't you feel weak and powerless?"

Ding Jiahe blushed: "Yes...yes...I've recovered, haven't I?"

"What? I don't believe it." Wang Hao jumped up and rummaged through the cabinet and found two more pieces of 'clothes'.

"Again?!"

"I refuse to believe I can't handle you!"

"Ah—!" Wang Hao was punched again.

"No, I'm exhausted... I'm going to take a shower." Ding Jiahe tried to push him away.

"Really? Tired?"

"Don't you even look at the time?... You've made the bed... it's shaking. You'll have to fix it yourself tomorrow."

"Ahem... alright, then get some rest." Wang Hao left, satisfied. "Jiahe."

"Um?"

"Where did you get this red dress?" Wang Hao asked, picking the dress up from the bed.

Ding Jiahe snatched it away, saying, "I made it myself."

"You...you..." Wang Hao stared at Ding Jiahe in shock, as if he had struck gold.

"Honey... you can wear it again tomorrow."