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

Ye Wenxi knew that Lu Weidong and Su Feng's rivalry wasn't solely due to work-related conflicts or family background clashes.

It's likely that from the moment Su Feng and she first met in the alley, a thorn was planted in Lu Weidong's heart.

That is the most primitive and direct defense when a male's territory is invisibly invaded.

But Yeh Wen-hsi was frank and open.

She wouldn't lose her composure or rush to pledge her loyalty to anyone just because others looked at her with admiration.

Unless the other party actually crosses the line and does something impolite.

Otherwise, she would never easily change her behavior because of the "insecurity" her partner might feel.

They shrink themselves into a safe shell of "thinking of the other person".

Fortunately, Lu Weidong managed to stop the car in time today.

She understood his occasional anxiety, and she loved him.

But she loves even more the clear-headed, independent self who never loses herself in anyone's love.

Therefore, when Ye Wenxi decided today to "train" and dominate Lu Weidong.

What she exudes is an arrogance and a sense of control that are deeply ingrained in her.

This is completely different from their usual playful and coquettish manner.

Today, she truly made Lu Weidong feel Ye Wenxi's charm and attraction.

That was her own sharp edge.

Her choice and commitment to this relationship are the most precious gifts she has given him.

It has nothing to do with any external "threats".

That's why, at this moment, he willingly and completely surrendered to her "game".

Ye Wenxi's hands did not stop.

Her fingertips, damp with sweat, slid down Lu Weidong's taut abdominal muscles, past his belt buckle, but she didn't undo it.

Instead, he tapped the hard metal lightly, producing a soft "tap-tap" sound.

"I heard..."

"Someone praised me at the dinner table. What does Battalion Commander Lu think?"

She leaned close to his ear, her breath hot, but her voice slow and deliberate.

Lu Weidong's breath hitched.

"He even told you this?"

Ye Wenxi suddenly tightened his grip and grabbed it hard.

No beating around the bush!

A muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, escaped from deep within his throat, and veins bulged on his forehead.

She pressed him for an answer, while her other hand touched the tear in his vest that she had ripped open, her fingertips probing into the edges of the tattered fabric.

His arm muscles bulged, and he almost couldn't resist raising his hand to subdue her.

But when he saw the flickering light in her eyes, a light that conveyed provocation and absolute control, he abruptly stopped.

The rough texture of the fabric, the smooth warmth of her leg skin...

Lu Weidong's breathing became completely disordered, and large beads of sweat rolled down his jawline, landing on her bare shoulders.

"I can see that..."

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot, the desire and struggle within them almost overflowing, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

"I can tell you're trying to kill me today."

Ye Wenxi finally smiled, a smile that was both bright and wicked, like a mischievous fairy who had succeeded in playing a prank.

"You got it right."

As a reward, she bent down and bit his sweaty collarbone, leaving a clear tooth mark.

"But it's not over yet."

She finally pulled back, and just as he was about to pounce on her uncontrollably, she reached out and pressed against his chest.

Then, under Lu Weidong's burning, almost murderous gaze, Ye Wenxi slowly and completely removed the last bit of covering she had left.

She stood before him, completely naked, yet more than ever, she resembled a queen clad in invisible armor.

The last rays of sunlight outside the window outlined her beautiful curves, making every inch of her skin seem to glow.

She walked back to him and pressed herself against him again, their naked skin pressed tightly together, the heat intense.

"Now..."

She guided his taut, almost stiff arms to wrap around her bare waist.

"Carry me to the bathroom."

She commanded, her breath brushing against his burning earlobe.

"And then... tonight, let me see just how good Battalion Commander Lu's service really is."

Lu Weidong's Adam's apple bobbed violently, his arm muscles bulged, and he steadily lifted her up, striding towards the bathroom.

Water is being heated in the bathtub.

Ye Wenxi's back was pressed against the cold tiles, while his body was hot and hard in front of him.

Water droplets rolled down his bulging shoulder and neck muscles, slid over the tear in his vest that she had ripped open, and disappeared deeper.

She reached out and turned off the water.

Only the two of them could be heard breathing heavily in the bathroom.

She reached out and began to undo his already soaked and disheveled military uniform.

She slowly peeled off the wet, heavy fabric and casually tossed it onto the waterlogged ground.

Then there was the black vest she had torn herself, and finally, the military pants that bound everything.

He removed all his clothes and stood completely naked in front of her.

His skin glistened beneath the steaming sweat, and every muscle was taut and trembling from extreme restraint.

It was filled with a primal and powerful sense of strength, yet it was forced to stand still by her "command".

She then picked up the soap and rubbed it into a rich lather in her palm.

She placed her hand on his bare back.

From broad shoulders to taut spinal grooves, and then to lean waist dimples.

And then there's that subtle, almost imperceptible spot...

The foam glided over every inch of skin, my fingertips lingering on the scars and hard muscle blocks.

Lu Weidong's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and the veins on the back of his hands, which were braced against the wall, bulged.

Her palm continued downwards, sliding across her waistline.

"Wenxi..." His voice was hoarse and incoherent, a warning, but also a desperate plea on the verge of collapse.

"Um?"

She responded innocently, but suddenly pulled her foam-covered hand away from his waist.

Instead, she covered his hand that was bracing against the wall, forcefully squeezing her fingers one by one into the gaps between his tightly clenched fingers, interlocking them and pressing them firmly against the wet, slippery tiles.

Then, she pressed against his sweaty back.

The other free hand explored downwards along the line of his side waist.

In this bathroom.

……%&%……#￥

The second one...&%￥『Electric kettle』

A suppressed growl escaped Lu Weidong's throat.

Ye Wenxi kissed his tense shoulder blade.

The hands kept moving, constantly **

She whispered in his ear, her voice moist and amused.

"That's enough..."

Lu Weidong's eyes changed, like a beast cornered on the edge of a cliff, his rationality finally snapping.

Ye Wenxi chuckled softly, feeling that "punishment" was almost the same as teasing.

If this continues, this man might really lose control.

The deliberate coldness and sense of control on her face vanished instantly.

He put on his familiar, sweet smile, which carried a hint of slyness and gentleness.

Ye Wenxi scooped up a handful of lukewarm water and poured it on his sweaty back to wash away the remaining white foam.

"Let's go, take a good shower."

As she spoke, her smile never stopped, and she even reached out and playfully hooked his tense chin.

The taut lines on Lu Weidong's angular face finally relaxed.

As if granted a pardon, he let out a long breath and revealed a smile that was both helpless and indulgent.

"Have you had enough fun?"

His voice was hoarse, carrying lingering lust and a hint of danger.

"It's my turn."