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

Lu Weidong propped himself up on the bed and sat up. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a meaningful smile.

"You have a new battle uniform?" His voice was hoarse.

Ye Wenxi peeked half her head out from behind the wardrobe door, looking at him shyly: "You... go out first."

Lu Weidong chuckled softly.

"Fine, I won't watch it then."

He leaned back and lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling, waiting patiently.

The room was unusually quiet, with only the sound of fabric rustling.

"...Are you done yet?" Lu Weidong asked.

"No! Don't look!"

Just as Lu Weidong was about to sneakily turn his head, a piece of clothing was slapped onto his face, carrying the warmth of Ye Wenxi and the faint scent of face cream.

He chuckled softly, tilted his head back, rested his hands on his head, and obediently closed his eyes.

The footsteps drew closer, and the bed frame moved slightly.

Suddenly, a strange, unfamiliar fabric sensation brushed against his calf, cool and soft, like a net or gauze.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Not yet."

Ye Wenxi climbed onto the bed, kneeling on either side of his waist and abdomen.

"Alright, open your eyes."

Lu Weidong opened his eyes...

But just a second later, he abruptly closed his eyes again.

The impact was too strong.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, then slowly opened his eyes and carefully examined the scene.

Ye Wenxi was wearing a "clothes" he had never seen before.

Black lace, with crisscrossing straps around the chest, so thin they looked like they would break at the slightest touch.

Her lower body barely reached the hip line, her two long legs wrapped in semi-transparent black stockings, pulled all the way up.

The most striking thing was the black ribbon wrapped around her neck, which made her neck appear dazzlingly white.

Her long hair was loose, hanging down to her collarbone and shoulders, and she exuded a fatal allure that seemed out of place in this era.

Lu Weidong stared at it for a long time, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his lips pressed into a thin line, unable to utter a single word.

Seeing his bewildered expression, Ye Wenxi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "...How is it?"

Lu Weidong sat up, pulled her into his arms, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "...Do you want me to die?"

"I know what kind of strength the Chief of Staff has," Ye Wenxi said, lifting his chin with his finger and rubbing the stubble on his jaw with his fingertip. "You won't die."

Lu Weidong raised his head, his gaze fixed on her intently, as if he wanted to devour her whole: "Then why are you dressed like that... do you want to 'die'...?"

Ye Wenxi bit her lip lightly, her eyes glistening with tears.

She leaned down and gently kissed his lips, then parted slightly, their breaths mingling: "When wasn't it..."

These words were like a match, igniting the fuse with a "snap".

Lu Weidong suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her passionately.

His hands roamed over her waist and legs, his calloused fingertips brushing against the mesh of her stockings, sending shivers down her spine.

Just as his hand slid towards her inner thigh...

"Sizzle."

The metal watch strap snagged on the edge of the fishnet stocking, creating a tear the size of a fingernail.

Both of them stopped in their tracks.

"My socks—" Ye Wenxi was about to feel sorry for him when, the next second, Lu Weidong stared at the tear with a frighteningly dark look in his eyes.

Instead of stopping, he pinched the tear and ripped it even wider with a "ripping" sound.

"Lu Weidong!!" Ye Wenxi exclaimed in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, he was suddenly tackled onto the bed.

He gripped her wrists with both hands, pressed them above her head, and his heavy body pressed down on her, his hot breath spraying onto her neck.

He stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and chuckled softly in a hoarse voice: "...So that's how it's played."

Lu Weidong's kiss landed on her chin, then moved to her neck, sweeping over her with a powerful sexual tension and an overwhelming sense of hormones.

His hand reached into the edge of the hole, sending a shivering, tingling sensation through the area.

"Hmm..." Ye Wenxi suddenly tilted her head back, her back arching into a curve.

Ye Wenxi's eyes were glazed, her breathing ragged, and her fingers crumpled the sheets as she murmured, "...slower, gentler..."

He leaned down, his voice hoarse and slightly breathless, close to her earlobe: "You're dressed like this... and you still expect me to go slow?"

Ye Wenxi gave a shy moan beneath him and kicked her legs, saying, "If you... if you keep doing this, I won't let you wear clothes like this anymore. I'll change... uh..."

The second half of her sentence was cut off by his action; she bit her lip tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Lu Weidong's eyes darkened further as he kissed her with heavy breaths.

His hands moved quickly and heavily, his voice hoarse: "You know... I have composure on the battlefield, I have composure on the training ground... but with you, I have absolutely no composure."

The bed was messy, and the pillows were scattered everywhere.

Ye Wenxi was lifted off the bed by Lu Weidong and stood on the ground.

He grabbed her calf, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and pressed her against the wall.

The wall was icy cold, while the area in front of her was burning hot. Ye Wenxi had no choice but to tilt her head back, the back of her head pressed against the wall.

She could only cling tightly to his shoulder, her fingernails scratching red marks on his back, bearing these inescapable burdens.

Tears streamed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, mingling with the sweat on his forehead, and seeping into his temples.

"Wei Dong... Wei Dong..." she called out, her voice broken and choked with sobs.

His eyes were dark and menacing, as if a storm was brewing.

"Wenxi..." he said hoarsely, his heavy breaths hitting her face, "Look at me..."

Ye Wenxi opened her eyes groggily, and in her line of sight was his handsome and rugged face, his eyes focused and burning, as if she were the only person left in the whole world.

......

In the warm bathroom, Ye Wenxi lay on her side in Lu Weidong's arms, scooping up a little water with her fingers and pouring it on his chest, gently wiping it.

Lu Weidong felt sorry for her because she had to take a bus to Harbin the next day. Before long, he pulled her into his arms and rested his chin on her wet hair.

"Wenxi, have you ever been to Hong Kong?"

Ye Wenxi nodded, her voice muffled: "Yeah, I've been there many times."

"What kind of place is that?" Lu Weidong splashed water with his hand, gently stroking her shoulder.

Ye Wenxi squinted, as if recalling: "Dozens of stories high buildings, densely packed together like a forest. The streets were full of neon lights, which turned the sky colorful when they lit up at night. There were so many double-decker buses and taxis that traffic was congested, and the streets were so crowded that people could hardly move. Everyone was in a hurry."

Lu Weidong was silent for a while, then suddenly looked down at her: "You mean... Hong Kong back then, right? I'm curious what Hong Kong is like now."

Ye Wenxi shook his head: "I'm talking about now."

Lu Weidong suddenly lowered his head, looking at her in disbelief: "Now...that's it?"

“It’s not just Hong Kong,” Ye Wenxi said softly, “New York, Tokyo, London... there are many such corners in the world, full of dozens of stories high buildings, cars everywhere, and lights that never go out at night.”

"You've been to all of them?"

Ye Wenxi nodded slightly: "I've also been to Egypt, Kenya in Africa, Thailand, and even Japan... I've been to many countries."

Are they all like that?

Ye Wenxi shook his head: "Only developed countries are like this."

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Ye Wenxi looked up at him.

Lu Weidong smiled and stroked her shoulder with his fingers: "I ran into two people at the cafeteria yesterday at noon and overheard their conversation."

Who is it?

"Your design assistant, Xiao He, and that designer Xie who came back from Hong Kong."

Ye Wenxi's voice suddenly rose: "I was wondering why they didn't eat at the clothing company that noon, and instead secretly went to the cafeteria! Strange... why were they eating together?"

"Judging from their conversation, it seems that Xiao He is going to treat Designer Xie to a meal."

Ye Wenxi punched him in the chest: "Why are you eavesdropping on other people's conversations!"

"Then sit behind me. I don't want to listen either; I can't hear what they're saying." Lu Weidong blinked innocently. "During dinner, your port city designer talked a lot about port city."

"You want to go and see it too?" Ye Wenxi looked up at him.

"I am a little curious," Lu Weidong said casually, stroking her shoulder, "what kind of place is it?"

Meanwhile, in the port city.

Neon lights flickered under the night sky, and the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers reflected colorful lights.

The office of Huitong Apparel's Hong Kong headquarters was brightly lit, and even though it was already eight or nine o'clock at night, many people were still busy.

Michael leaned back on the leather sofa, while his secretary, Pete, sat opposite him, flipping through a magazine called Popular Cinema.