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

After saying this, Ye Wenxi's gaze met his eyes directly.

She didn't flinch at all, just stared straight at him.

I carefully observed every change in his expression.

Lu Weidong was also looking at her.

The two gazed at each other silently in the cool bathwater.

The water rippled gently, reflecting the dim yellow light on the ceiling, breaking into shimmering spots of light.

He could see the composure in her eyes, and even a hint of grievance at being questioned.

He wanted to ask more.

I'd like to ask where the inspiration for those design patterns comes from.

I wanted to ask her why she was so familiar with those new terms like "market" and "positioning".

I even want to ask... who exactly is she?

But he dared not.

He was afraid that if he asked too many questions, he would touch upon a truth that he could neither bear nor understand.

She was even more afraid that if she asked, the vibrant Ye Wenxi in front of her would become a stranger.

Even disappear.

Ye Wenxi was also looking at him.

She could read the confusion, struggle, and cautious restraint in his eyes.

She knew he was doubting and testing her.

Her heart beat steadily in her chest, without panic, only with an almost calm assessment.

She was gambling, gambling that his love and trust in her could outweigh those illogical doubts.

Time flows on in silence.

In the end, it was Lu Weidong who looked away first.

He raised his hand, wiping the water droplets from his face, and also wiping away the overly complicated emotions in his eyes.

When he looked at her again, his eyes returned to their usual deep gaze, but the lingering ripples in their depths proved that the conversation just now was not an illusion.

"The water's cold, get up, don't catch a cold."

He lifted Ye Wenxi up.

He didn't ask any further questions.

Ye Wenxi stood up with his help.

Lu Weidong picked up the towel draped over the edge of the bathtub and carefully dried Ye Wenxi's body.

The steam had almost dissipated, and the bathroom was quiet except for the faint sound of a towel rubbing against skin.

Have you heard... the story of the White Snake?

Ye Wenxi suddenly spoke, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the empty bathroom.

She didn't turn around, still keeping her back to him, as if it were just a casual remark.

Lu Weidong was wringing out a towel when he heard this and paused for a moment.

"Of course I've heard of it."

I read this storybook when I was a child.

The towel brushed across her slender neck, sliding down to her collarbone.

Ye Wenxi stopped what she was doing, turned her head slightly, and caught a glimpse of his blurry outline out of the corner of her eye.

She took a breath, lowering her voice further, yet each word was clear:

"What if you were Xu Xian?"

"Would you risk your life to protect Bai Suzhen and ensure her safety? Or...?"

She finally turned completely around to face him.

Looking directly into his eyes, I saw his image clearly reflected there, along with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Will I still be afraid of her and stay away from her?"

This question was abrupt, and even a bit nonsensical.

But in this silence that has just passed through a silent test, every word carries meaning.

She is using metaphor.

The difference in status between Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian is used to test his bottom line regarding "abnormality" and "difference".

Lu Weidong looked at her, but he didn't answer immediately.

Time seemed to stretch out.

The light from the bathroom ceiling light seemed to have frozen.

Then, Lu Weidong suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms with a rather forceful pull.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, their cool skin masking a rapidly rising body temperature.

He lowered his head, his chin resting on the top of her wet hair, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"If I were Xu Xian."

He spoke, his voice resonating from his chest, deep and resolute, striking her eardrums and heart.

"Don't even think about touching a hair on her head with me, Fahai."

Then, Lu Weidong changed his gaze, his eyes becoming deep and focused, as if trying to see into her soul.

"You mean...you're a snake spirit?"

His voice was low and slow, with a hint of tension.

This question was half true and half false, both following her previous analogy and a deeper test.

Ye Wenxi met his gaze, and the expression on her face suddenly became somewhat strange.

She took a deep breath, as if she were about to announce a major secret about hope Yao, and lowered her voice:

"Actually, you are the snake demon."

"I am..."

At this point, she suddenly couldn't hold back anymore; the corners of her mouth turned up wildly, and her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

She tried to clench her lips tightly, but she still couldn't hold it in.

He burst out laughing, and the laughter grew louder and louder until he was bent over with laughter.

She spoke haltingly, laughing, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a successful prank.

"I am your... python, snake, den!"

She pronounced the last three words clearly, one word at a time.

Lu Weidong was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"My python's den?"

He repeated it subconsciously, his brows furrowed slightly, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

What does this mean?

Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Ye Wenxi suddenly broke free from his embrace, like a startled and cunning rabbit, and turned to run towards the bathroom door.

When she reached the door, she didn't go out immediately, but stopped and turned around.

She raised her chin, her gaze quickly sweeping over his crotch, giving him a clear hint.

Then, as if she had accomplished some kind of prank, she darted out with a grin.

Lu Weidong: "??"

He stood there, taking several seconds to react.

When the phrase "python's den" and that meaningful look came together in my mind, forming an extremely bold and explicit metaphor.

Lu Weidong froze abruptly, and a surge of heat rushed straight to the top of his head.

He subconsciously raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and slapped his forehead hard.

I closed my eyes, and my chest heaved violently a few times.

He took several deep breaths before he could barely suppress the shock that made his blood and qi surge from this "thunderous output".

This woman!

He opened his eyes, his gaze deep and dark, staring at the empty bathroom doorway, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.

"Ye Wenxi..."

His voice was strained, carrying lingering shock and helplessness.

"Huh—!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Wenxi let out an exaggerated, amused scream from the direction of the bedroom.

Then came the sound of the door slamming shut, clearly indicating that they had run back to the bedroom and locked the door.

Lu Weidong stood still, took another deep breath, and then stepped outside.

Ye Wenxi, who had locked the door, laughed so hard she lay on the bed.

That felt so good.

It was finally my turn to fight back.

Lu Weidong walked unhurriedly to the bedroom door.

I pushed the door, and sure enough, it wouldn't open.

"Knock knock knock..."

He tapped it a few times gently.

"Open the door..."

A steady knocking sound came from the door, muffled yet clear.

"Wenxi..."

Lu Weidong's voice came through the door, devoid of emotion, simply saying calmly:

"Stop fooling around, it's time to put on your clothes."

Aren't you worried I'll catch a cold?

Ye Wenxi crouched behind the door, suppressing a laugh, thinking to herself: I'm not going to open the door for you.

You guys can lie in a snowdrift for half a day even when it's below zero, no one would believe you'd catch a cold.

Lu Weidong seemed to have given up, and stopped knocking on the door after a long while.

The sound of him packing his clothes could be heard from the living room.

He picked up all the clothes that the two of them had scattered on the floor and put them into the washing machine.

The sound of running water washing the bathtub came from the bathroom again.

Ye Wenxi was slightly relieved. She gently turned the lock, opened the bedroom door, and peeked out through a small crack.

It was quiet outside the door, and only a floor lamp was on in the living room, making the light dim.

She cautiously pushed open the door, intending to slip out to get a glass of water.

Suddenly—!

A large hand, still damp and burning hot, suddenly slammed onto the door!

Then, Lu Weidong's tall, muscular body, bare-chested and wearing only a towel, and his eyes, which appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light, appeared without warning through the crack in the door.

"Ah!" Ye Wenxi exclaimed, instinctively trying to close the door again.

But the door was as if it had been welded shut, and it didn't budge.

Ye Wenxi gave a dry laugh, trying to ease the tension:

"Look at you, just kidding, it's kind of scary..."

Lu Weidong didn't speak, but his eyes were fixed on her, and in the dim light, it was difficult to tell what emotions were in them.

He leaned forward slightly, squeezing through the doorway with a sense of moisture and pressure.

"What's there to be afraid of..."

His face was blatantly wicked, and with just a gentle push, Ye Wenxi staggered and fell to the edge of the bed.

"I just want to go back to my nest."