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

"Come in."

Seeing that Lu Weidong didn't move, Ye Wenxi called out again.

Lu Weidong stood frozen at the doorway, lowered his head, his Adam's apple bobbing several times as he adjusted his breathing and gaze.

These past two days, Ye Wenxi has been intentionally or unintentionally teasing him, making it difficult for him to sleep at night.

Lu Weidong's lips twitched slightly, he let out a soft gasp, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with doting affection and restraint: "Not yet."

Ye Wenxi pretended not to understand: "What's wrong with coming in to take a shower?"

She pouted her rosy lips, displaying a rare, coquettish manner:

"Wei Dong~~ Come on~~"

Lu Weidong felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and his body subconsciously moved inside.

Ye Wenxi would intentionally or unintentionally flirt with him while taking a bath, but he would always deliberately avoid it.

Her injury wasn't to her arm or hand, but to her waist.

Lu Weidong was heartbroken.

Although Ye Wenxi kept emphasizing that his recovery speed was extraordinary, otherwise how could he be so energetic, he was still worried.

With a splash of water, Ye Wenxi stood up from the bathtub.

Water streamed down her body, sliding down her shoulders and back, forming small puddles at her feet.

Her wet hair clung to the side of her neck, with a few stray strands falling over her collarbone. The rising steam enveloped her, making her look like someone who had just emerged from the mist.

She stepped out of the bathtub, her bare feet touching the floor tiles, and walked straight to him.

She exuded a warm, damp aura, and her arms climbed up, softly wrapping around his neck.

There were still water droplets on his fingers that hadn't been dried, which brushed against the skin on the back of his neck, making it feel soft and moist, which made his back tense.

Then she reached out, turned his face, and forced him to look down into her eyes.

Those eyes were moistened by the steam, with reddened corners, and seemed to hold a pool of warm spring water that could drown a person.

"Come on, let's take a bath."

Ye Wenxi's breath brushed against his chin, carrying a faint scent of soapberry.

Lu Weidong tried to control himself, but he could feel the veins in his neck throbbing.

Ye Wenxi's hand slid down to his collar, unbuttoning it one button at a time.

He raised his arm and let her slip her house clothes off her shoulders.

Ye Wenxi placed her hand on his chest, her palm pressed against his chest.

In the shimmering darkness, a firm, full chest muscle, hotter than the water, pressed down with a wildly beating heart.

As soon as her fingertips moved up half an inch, the muscle suddenly tensed up, pressing hard against her palm.

Lu Weidong's breath hitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

His loungewear slipped to the floor. Ye Wenxi's hand didn't stop; her fingertips traced the contours of his chest downwards.

Ye Wenxi hooked her hands around the hem of his pants and pulled them down.

Her clothes had just slipped to the ground when her warm, soft body pressed against his chest.

She tilted her head back and pressed her lips to his neck.

Lu Weidong was panting heavily when he suddenly picked her up and carried her in his arms.

"ah--"

"Stop fooling around, take a shower."

He carried Ye Wenxi into the large wooden tub and put her down.

Ye Wenxi chuckled, "Okay, let's take a bath."

She squeezed out a little bit of shampoo to wash his hair and rub his back.

While her hands were busy working, her body intentionally or unintentionally brushed against him.

Every time she sensed Lu Weidong shrinking back, she would move closer.

"I'll wash it myself, I'll wash it myself." Lu Weidong pushed Ye Wenxi behind him.

Ye Wenxi rested her hands on the rim of the bucket, her face on her arms, and tilted her head to look at it.

The rising steam softened his features.

Lu Weidong has high brow bones and deep-set eyes, revealing a face with distinct angles.

Normally, when he looks at people with a cold face, he intimidates the entire military region so much that no one dares to breathe loudly. But now, steamed by the heat, his brow is still furrowed, revealing a hint of... aggrieved reluctance.

In the misty air, Lu Weidong stood before her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow.

His chest muscles were full and firm, rising and falling with his breath. Water droplets slid down the creases, past the blocks of his abdominal muscles, and finally disappeared into the dark area below his waist.

She glanced down, then slowly raised her head again.

So handsome.

Ye Wenxi whistled in his heart.

How did she end up marrying such a good-looking man?

Lu Weidong didn't dare to look her in the eye, and hurriedly rubbed foam onto his body, rubbing faster and faster.

"Okay, I'm done washing." Lu Weidong got up to leave.

"It's not finished washing yet."

Ye Wenxi reached out and pressed on his abdominal muscles, pushing him back into the water.

"I'll help you wash..."

Lu Weidong was taken aback.

The next second, Ye Wenxi pressed herself against him.

He grabbed her hand, but loosened his grip the moment he touched her skin, as if afraid of hurting her.

He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, their breaths mingling.

Lu Weidong closed his eyes, exhaled heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wenxi, you said you're recovering quickly... but that's just your feeling. What if? What if you haven't fully recovered? What if I lose control and hurt you?"

Lu Weidong's brows furrowed deeply, a restrained pain evident in his expression.

He was enduring it, so much so that fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were slightly red.

His desire was mixed with heartache, and he only dared to gently caress her face with his lips.

Ye Wenxi pressed her body closer, her soft body against his chest.

She raised her hand, covered his face, lifted his chin, and playfully stroked his strong jawline with her fingertips, sliding down to the side of his neck.

She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against his earlobe, her breath warm and moist:

"But...I want to..."

"Buzz—"

The last thread in my mind snapped.

Lu Weidong suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

He could no longer restrain himself; his passionate kisses seemed to want to devour her whole.

His large hands roamed over her body, setting off sparks wherever they went.

Ye Wenxi tilted her head slightly and responded, panting.

Lu Weidong suddenly picked her up.

"Uh..." Ye Wenxi quickly tilted her head back.

Lu Weidong stopped immediately, pressing his forehead against hers: "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Wenxi closed his eyes, panting for a long time, his chest heaving violently.

After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her pupils misty and hazy as if covered by a layer of fog.

She raised her hand, her fingertips tracing his lips, her lips parting slightly:

"No..." She leaned in and gently kissed the corner of his lips, "Continue..."

Consciousness is like cotton floating in water, soft and unable to sink.

His breath was still in the crook of her neck, warm and long, one breath at a time.

The dampness, carrying the warmth of their bodies, rose into a white mist above the wooden tub, keeping the outside world far away.

As Ye Wenxi followed his movements, a tremor ran from his tailbone all the way to the top of his head, exploding into tiny fireworks in his mind.

.......