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

The warehouse lights have been turned off.

The clear moonlight streamed in through the high window, bathing the two of them like a flowing silver veil.

Ye Wenxi's slightly sweaty forehead and flushed cheeks were bathed in that hazy silver light, rising and falling gently with her breath.

She was steadily supported by Lu Weidong.

Hanging around his waist, it swayed with his slow yet powerful rhythm.

The empty warehouse was quiet, so quiet that you could hear the faint rustling of fabric against fabric, and the suppressed breathing and low moans of the two people.

The faint sounds struck the cold wall, creating a hazy echo that spread out layer by layer.

Ye Wenxi wrapped her arms around Lu Weidong's neck.

It teetered between complete loss of control and brief periods of paralysis.

Her head and body tilted back forcefully, her red lips parted slightly, and intermittent breaths escaped, only to be shattered in the air.

The taut jawline and neck formed a fragile arc, and the pale blue veins beneath the skin were faintly visible.

When Lu Weidong saw this scene, he felt as thirsty as after drinking strong liquor.

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The more you swallow, the more the burning sensation seeps into your bones, not only failing to relieve the thirst but also making it burn even more intensely and wildly.

Hold me tight...

Lu Weidong's voice rang out in a low, hoarse tone.

Ye Wenxi raised her head and looked at him from the hunched shoulder, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Um?"

Lu Weidong held her in his arms, maintaining that position, and moved a few steps to the wall.

He freed one hand, grabbed the military cotton-padded coat from the ground, and placed it between her back and the cold wall.

"What?" Ye Wenxi's voice trembled.

Lu Weidong's eyes were dark and gloomy, like burning charcoal.

"I wasn't satisfied just now..."

"Bear with it."

Ye Wenxi's eyes widened suddenly, too late to shake her head or say "no".

I wanted to tell her she couldn't stand it.

But Lu Weidong had already covered her mouth before she could speak.

His waist suddenly sank.

Like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, it creates a silent yet violent tremor.

The shadows in the corner of the warehouse seemed to be shaken by that force, and the mottled marks on the wall blurred for a moment under the moonlight.

Ye Wenxi was pinned against the wall, the cotton-padded coat pressing against her back rubbing against the rough wall surface, like some kind of hidden fabric being repeatedly torn in the dark.

"Relax..."

Ye Wenxi shook her head vigorously in his palm, her hair brushing against his rough knuckles, like a trapped beast struggling in vain.

She wanted to find a moment to catch her breath.

The large hand covering it tightened its grip even further.

His sobs were muffled by the burning heat of his palms, turning into damp steam that seeped onto his skin.

She felt like she was about to die.

Unconsciously, her fingernails dug into his military green shirt, twisting and pulling, almost tearing the fabric apart.

Lu Weidong rarely lost control, so eager and demanding.

Ye Wenxi was in a state of confusion.

He tried with both hands to pry open the large hand that was clamping his mouth.

"don't want--!!!"

A hoarse cry suddenly rang out, sharp and piercing, echoing mournfully in the empty warehouse.

He heard Ye Wenxi's sobs and choked cries amidst the shouts, broken and intermittent, like shattered beads.

The burning flames were mostly extinguished by the crying.

He held Ye Wenxi in his arms, gently soothing her breathing and trembling.

Ye Wenxi sobbed for a long time before her breathing gradually calmed down, turning into soft, nasal gasps.

Then, she clenched her fist and punched his shoulder hard.

"snort!"

Lu Weidong held her close, his palm still resting on her back, patting her gently.

"Alright, alright...it's my fault."

Ye Wenxi struggled, trying to get off him.

"I want to go home!"

"Hmm?" Lu Weidong didn't loosen his grip. "I haven't..."

"I can't leave without that!"

Her voice was still hoarse from crying, but it was resolute.

She struggled again.

Looking at Lu Weidong's excessively handsome face, which appeared softer under the moonlight, her heart softened.

"Let's talk about it when we get home..."

Lu Weidong chuckled softly, which was taken as agreement.

……

On the way home, Ye Wenxi's legs were so weak that she practically clung to Lu Weidong.

He simply carried her on his back and walked all the way back to the military dependents' compound.

Ye Wenxi tried to get down, but Lu Weidong's arm tightened around her even more.

"Who's going to watch this in the middle of the night?"

"Hmph..." Ye Wenxi buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled.

"You still know it's the middle of the night? What about in the warehouse just now..."

"And she said I was drunk." She muttered softly, poking his shoulder lightly with her fingertips.

I think it's you who's the one.

Her words were tinged with anger, but the body she was leaning on his back was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

"Slap... slap slap... slap slap..."

Suddenly, a series of short, crisp sounds came from afar, like firecrackers during the New Year or gunshots.

"Huh? Setting off fireworks?"

Ye Wenxi raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Target practice." Lu Weidong didn't stop walking.

"Target practice? Is that a shooting range up ahead?"

Ye Wenxi rarely came to this area and was unfamiliar with the terrain.

"Yes, about 700 meters diagonally in front."

"I've never seen target practice before! You guys are practicing this in the middle of the night?"

"Regular troops are generally not assigned to this role," Lu Weidong said.

"Su Feng and the others?" Ye Wenxi guessed almost immediately.

"Hmm." Lu Weidong paused for a moment. "How did you know?"

"The fact that night shooting can be organized at this location indicates that night vision training is underway."

Ye Wenxi leaned on his shoulder and spoke slowly.

"When we arrived, there was no activity yet, but now it's suddenly starting. I guess it's to help us adapt to fatigue resistance training."

Lu Weidong chuckled softly: "Clever."

"That's right!"

Ye Wenxi was a little smug, resting her chin on his shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the direction from which gunshots could be faintly heard in the night.

"Can I fight?"

"Normally not." Lu Weidong answered as he carried her on his back.

"Unless it's an open day event organized by the military region, or by a special invitation, you can only experience it."

"Hmm..."

Ye Wenxi immediately deflated, slumped her head on his shoulder, and drew out her voice, her face full of resentment.

"I want to shoot targets, I just want to do it once..."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight nasal tone, as she rubbed against his ear.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, twisting her body and wriggling on his back like a large worm.

Lu Weidong's ears itched from her rubbing against him, and he sighed helplessly.

"I...I'll think of something."

"Hehe... *kiss*"

Ye Wenxi leaned over and gave Lu Weidong a quick, crisp kiss on the cheek.

"Why is our Weidong so wonderful?"

She swung her two dangling legs, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him.

Watching him, I couldn't help but smile as he was coaxed into a smile.

........

The firing range was hidden in the depths of the night, with only a few low-intensity red lights shining behind the cover, outlining a blurry silhouette.

Su Feng stood at the command post, his posture as straight as a gun barrel.

He wasn't wearing his regular uniform; his training uniform was tightly fitted, and the lines of his shoulders and back were clearly defined in the dim light.

"One group, change magazine, three rapid shots, pay attention to breathing intervals."

Su Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cold, metallic quality.

In the distance, tiny flashes of light appeared from the target positions, and the gunshots rang out in a rhythmic pattern.

He raised his binoculars, his gaze behind the lenses calm and focused, like a hawk locking onto its target.

"Second group, 30 meters to the left flank, moving target appears. Free fire, maintain the pace."

As soon as the order was given, gunfire erupted from the other side, precisely targeting the shadows that were rapidly moving through the darkness.

Su Feng held up his binoculars, his gaze steadily sweeping across the perimeter of the firing range.

Suddenly, the edge of the lens caught two figures on the path in the distance.

Ye Wenxi, who had just been dismounted from Lu Weidong's back, was being helped to stand up.

She seemed to be saying something, smiling with her face upturned, and gently tugging at his sleeve with her arm.

The telescope paused almost imperceptibly.

His gaze behind the glasses remained calm as ever, lingering on that slender figure for a few more seconds.

It then moved away smoothly, returning to the flashing gunfire and the swiftly moving shadows of the shooting range.

"Three groups are ready."

His voice carried on the night wind, still steady and cold, without the slightest fluctuation.