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

"Take off your clothes."

Ye Wenxi said this very naturally, meaning he should take off his coat.

Su Feng said "Oh," and deftly took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body wearing only a thin vest.

Ye Wenxi was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help but ask.

"Hey Section Chief Su, are all the special forces soldiers made of iron?"

"Wearing this in the dead of winter? Aren't you cold?"

Su Feng chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly: "Heh, I'm used to it."

He tried to make his tone sound calm and natural.

Ye Wenxi went around behind him, gently placed her hands on his shoulders, and adjusted his posture.

"Stand up straight, back straight."

"Yes, like that, relax your shoulders and flatten your sides."

"Don't move."

Her warm fingers and the icy measuring tape touched Su Feng's bare upper arm skin at the same time.

Su Feng's breath hitched slightly.

"Shoulder width...58, arm length...78," Ye Wenxi said, her voice very close.

She put down the measuring tape, walked to the table, picked up a pencil, and quickly made notes in her notebook.

Su Feng unconsciously cleared his throat, his gaze drifting, looking at the ceiling and then at the corner of the wall.

"Judging from your usual clothing habits, you don't seem to like wearing anything too thick or bulky," Ye Wenxi said as she wrote.

"Would you like me to make it fit you a little better?"

"Okay, sure," Su Feng replied.

Ye Wenxi turned back and stood in front of him.

"Come on, raise your arm."

She wrapped the measuring tape around his chest with both hands, her fingertips inevitably brushing against the skin beneath his vest.

The two were very close, and the refreshing scent of her hair, mixed with a faint fragrance of ink, quietly entered Su Feng's nostrils.

Su Feng felt a burning sensation at the base of his ears.

Bust...118. Waist...80.

Ye Wenxi was focused on reading the sizes and taking notes, completely unaware that a suspicious blush had crept up from behind Su Feng's ear onto his neck and cheek.

"Come on, stand up straight."

"Long upper body...long legs..."

Ye Wenxi carefully measured every inch of the dimensions with a tape measure.

"Comrade Ye, do you take such detailed measurements when you make clothes?"

Ye Wenxi's technique was indeed more refined than that of ordinary tailors.

"Yes, the patterns and designs I'm making require more precise data."

She answered professionally, her gaze sweeping over his outer trousers, "Are you wearing thermal pants underneath?"

"She was wearing a thin dress."

"Okay, then I'll take a little less measurement when I take your measurements. Will the suit be made for spring and autumn?"

"OK."

"Spread your legs a little wider, let me measure your thigh circumference."

The measuring tape was wrapped around Su Feng's upper thigh, and Ye Wenxi gently tightened it against the fabric.

Su Feng felt a tightening of the skin on his inner thigh, and a certain uncontrollable blood began to stir restlessly.

My heart skipped a beat.

Ye Wenxi wrote down the numbers: "Just measure the hip circumference last."

The measuring tape is wrapped around the lower back and traced across the hip bone.

It barely grazed his **...

Ye Wenxi tightened the ruler slightly to make it fit snugly.

The sudden sense of oppression made Su Feng's scalp tingle, and he almost couldn't control that deadly reaction.

He turned around abruptly, his movement so fast it created a gust of wind.

"Um... I'm going to the restroom." His voice was a little hoarse.

"Huh?"

Ye Wenxi, holding the tape measure, stared blankly at his retreating figure, which was practically fleeing in panic.

The bathroom door was quickly slammed shut.

Su Feng braced his hands on the edge of the sink, head down, chest heaving, panting heavily, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Outside the door, Ye Wenxi blinked, muttering to herself in confusion:

"Is he going to have diarrhea?"

Su Feng washed his face with cold water several times in the bathroom and stood there for a while.

Only after the uncontrollable heat completely subsided and his breathing became steady did he open the door and step out.

Ye Wenxi was hunched over her desk, writing an order confirmation slip for him.

Hearing him come out, she didn't even look up.

"Please wait a moment, it'll be ready soon. Are you in a time rush?"

She turned around and asked him.

"I plan to wear the suit to the welcome dance, is that enough time?"

"Oh, so you're participating too." Ye Wenxi continued writing.

"I didn't want to go, but I was asked to take the lead." Su Feng's tone returned to its usual calm.

"Comrade Ye, are you going too?"

"Okay, I'll go do some promotion." Ye Wenxi replied with a smile, finishing writing the last few words.

"Don't worry, there should be enough time."

With a swift movement, she tore off the form and handed the sheet underneath the copy to Su Feng.

"Here, take a look and check the dimensions and information."

Su Feng took it; it clearly stated:

Custom-made item: Formal suit (suit + shirt)

Below is a list of its detailed dimensions, delivery time, materials used, and estimated price.

"If there are no problems, just sign here." Ye Wenxi handed over a pen.

.....

Lu Weidong left the office earlier than usual today.

He had upset Ye Wenxi on the phone that afternoon, and he was worried about it, wanting to go home early and cook her something nice.

As soon as I entered the residential compound, I heard several women gathered by the roadside, whispering among themselves. Their voices drifted over on the wind.

"Sister Zhang, did you see that person this afternoon?"

"Haha, I saw it too! Old Wang's young wife, her eyes were glued to it, she couldn't even move her feet."

"Who is that guy? Look at that black uniform, he doesn't look like a soldier from our compound."

"I don't recognize her. She's probably someone who came from outside to order clothes."

"Otherwise, why would we go to that clothing store?"

Lu Weidong paused for a moment.

A woman standing nearby immediately nudged the person speaking with her elbow, signaling her to be quiet.

Lu Weidong frowned slightly and quickened his pace to get home.

When he reached the entrance of the building, he took out his key and prepared to open the door.

Suddenly, through the door, they heard a very faint voice coming from inside; it was a man's voice.

Lu Weidong's hand holding the key froze.

He quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open.

The first thing you see is a pair of clean men's leather shoes, neatly placed on the doormat.

A chill ran down Lu Weidong's spine, and the first name that flashed through his mind was Su Feng.

Hearing the noise, the person in the study came out.

"Oh? You're back so early?"

Ye Wenxi peeked out from the study door, a hint of surprise on his face.

Immediately afterwards, another figure emerged from the study. He was tall and had a slightly awkward smile on his face.

"Battalion Commander?" Wang Hao peeked out to greet him, scratching his head a little embarrassedly.

"I've come to ask my sister-in-law to order a dress."

Lu Weidong looked at him, and the murderous aura that had suddenly tightened around him deflated silently, like a punctured balloon.

"Why is it you?"

He asked, his voice still carrying a hint of lingering coldness.

"Huh?" Wang Hao was taken aback by the question, then explained.

"Isn't it time for the dance?"

"I was thinking of ordering one for myself and one for Xiao Ding too... so I came to discuss it with my sister-in-law."

Ye Wenxi keenly noticed Lu Weidong's sudden change in emotion.

She looked at the complex expression on his face—a mixture of apprehension and sudden relaxation—and instantly understood.

Their Battalion Commander Lu rushed back; he must be looking for someone.