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

"Can't you...can't you let it calm down?" Wang Yingxue said, her back to him, her ears bright red.

She turned to leave, trying to calm herself and Fang Ruijun down.

As Ke turned around, a large, hot hand gripped her waist and pulled her forcefully.

Wang Yingxue stumbled and fell into Fang Ruijun's arms.

She struggled to stand up several times, but couldn't break free from Fang Ruijun.

She tried to sit up, supporting herself on his chest, but her palms touched a patch of hot, firm muscle.

"Stop fooling around... we still need to apply the medicine." Wang Yingxue's face turned even redder, and she turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

I'm afraid that if their eyes meet, things will escalate and they'll lose control.

This is not suitable for Fang Ruijun, who is in the recovery period.

The two have shared a bed and have been intimate for the past few months.

Late at night, they would caress each other.

When passion is intense, skin to skin touch, feeling each other's burning heat.

But at the very last step, one of them always manages to abruptly stop the car.

Wang Yingxue is always the one who wakes up first.

Since her health has improved significantly in the past two weeks, she has been even more hesitant to engage in overly intimate behavior.

They were afraid of igniting Fang Ruijun's anger, but they couldn't extinguish it, which was making them both suffer.

The room was extremely quiet, with only two intertwined breaths that could be heard, heavy and rapid.

Wang Yingxue couldn't tell whether the thunderous heartbeat was her own or his.

Fang Ruijun raised his hand, held the back of her neck, and with a little force, turned her face around.

Eyes facing each other.

Wang Yingxue saw a fire burning in his eyes.

"Xiaoxue..." Fang Ruijun's voice was low and hoarse, "This medicine... seems a bit off."

Wang Yingxue was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"I feel... something's wrong, like I can't stop." He grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, letting her feel his heart about to explode.

"This medicine...is it really that good for blood circulation?" Wang Yingxue bit her lip, glanced down at it, and then quickly looked away.

"How about..." Fang Ruijun leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, "I'll give it a try..."

"No!"

Wang Yingxue suddenly pushed him away, her expression instantly becoming clear.

She took a half step back, took a deep breath, and forced her voice to steady: "Have you forgotten what I said?"

Fang Ruijun's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with repression and longing.

He stared at her for a long time, then finally sighed heavily and slowly fell back onto the bed.

"...Okay." He squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, "I'll do as you say."

Wang Yingxue calmed her breathing, unscrewed the cap of the medicated oil bottle again, poured out the amber liquid from her palm, and rubbed her hands together to warm them.

"Just hang in there, you'll be done after you finish rubbing the front half of your body."

Fang Ruijun responded and lay down, spreading his arms at his sides and closing his eyes.

Wang Yingxue leaned down and placed her palm on his neck.

The medicated oil was warm, and her palms were even hotter.

My fingers slid down my collarbone and across my broad shoulders.

Even after lying in bed for four months, Fang Ruijun's muscles remained thick, and the lines of his shoulders and arms were strong and distinct, clearly showing the outline of an elite special forces soldier.

His strong pectoral muscles rose and fell with his breathing. Wang Yingxue placed her palm on his skin and rubbed it, pressing the medicated oil into his skin.

Fang Ruijun's Adam's apple bobbed, and he closed his eyes.

Her palm, still coated with medicated oil, continued downwards. There were several light pink scars on her lower abdomen, the newly formed skin after frostbite, which gleamed faintly under the light.

As his fingertips traced the distinct grooves of his muscles, Fang Ruijun's breathing quickened, and his chest heaved violently.

"Relax," Wang Yingxue said softly, her breathing becoming slightly deeper.

Her hand moved to the inside of Fang Ruijun's leg, where the thigh was the most severely frostbitten area. Large patches of scabs had fallen off, crisscrossing the area, some with a pale pink tinge, while others had returned to their normal skin color.

Fang Ruijun suddenly clenched one hand into a fist and placed it on his forehead.

"There's still some oil left in my hand..." She rubbed the medicated oil again, applied it to his lower abdomen, and slowly moved it down along his V-line.

Suddenly, Fang Ruijun sat up abruptly, grabbed Wang Yingxue, and pushed her onto the bed.

"Xiaoxue..." His voice was low and hoarse, almost broken, his eyes bloodshot, "I want you..."

Fang Ruijun buried his face in the crook of her neck and gently sucked on her earlobe.

Fang Ruijun moved from her earlobe to her lips, took her lower lip into his mouth, and gently sucked on it.

Their lips parted and intertwined, their tongues entwined, their breaths ragged.

His lips traveled down his neck, landing on his collarbone, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses.

"Xiaoxue..." Fang Ruijun's kiss landed on her chest, tinged with grievance and heat, "Let's try it gently once..."

His hand reached down...

Wang Yingxue trembled, gasped, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Xiaoxue, you're so hot..." Fang Ruijun's deep voice rang in her ear.

Wang Yingxue's rationality was teetering on the brink of collapse.

She looked into his bloodshot eyes and felt the warmth of his fingertips and the burning sensation there.

"Elite Army..."

"Um?"

"Just bear with it a little longer... wait until you feel better, then we'll..."

Fang Ruijun's sweat rolled down, soaking his temples.

He sighed and shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work today... This medicine is too strong... I... feel even worse than before."

Seeing him like this, she felt both heartache and helplessness.

Fang Ruijun's large hand supported her knees and lifted them slightly, but Wang Yingxue's hand pressed down on them.

"Lie down." She turned her face away, her cheeks burning as if steam were rising from them. "Let me do it."

Fang Ruijun was stunned. She had already turned over and sat up, pushing him down onto the bed.

He didn't move, he just looked at her.

His eyes held a mixture of surprise and confusion, along with a hint of barely concealed panic.

She glanced down, then knelt on either side of him, legs apart.

Wang Yingxue was afraid of pressing on his injuries, so she didn't dare to sit down properly and supported herself with her hands, her whole body trembling.

She tried slowly...

Wrinkled sheets, suppressed breathing.

Wang Yingxue's trembling body, like the surface of water after the tide recedes, slowly calmed down.

She didn't dare stay too long, so she gently rolled over and lay down beside him.

Fang Ruijun's chest was still heaving, his hand resting on her waist, his fingertips unconsciously caressing a small patch of skin on her side.

She turned her head to the side and looked at his taut jawline, knowing in her heart that he hadn't arrived yet.

"Ruijun, take a rest. We still have a future, let's take it slow, okay?" She reached out and stroked his forehead.

Fang Ruijun turned around, simply hugged her tighter, lowered his head to kiss her shoulder, and then kissed her collarbone.

After a long while, he finally raised his head and his gaze fell on her face:

"Xiaoxue, I will definitely make you happy."

Wang Yingxue looked at his earnest, almost clumsy expression and smiled: "Haven't I already given it to you?"

Fang Ruijun paused for a moment, then buried his face in her neck: "Then there will be even more. Lots and lots of them."