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

The bathroom was filled with steam.

"Why are you so hot? Did you soak in it for too long?"

Lu Weidong placed his palm on the back of her neck, his fingertips rubbing against her wet hair roots.

"Hmm..." Ye Wenxi thought for a moment with her muddled brain.

I did soak in hot water for almost half an hour.

"Or..." his voice lowered, "...did you miss me?"

"Hmph." Ye Wenxi squeezed out a slight breath from her nose.

Two days? Do you think I'm someone important?

Such a big appetite.

I'm almost...

"Why is it so hot here too? Did you take a bath too?" he asked in a low voice, his breath brushing against her ear.

Ye Wenxi's face flushed red.

"Is it okay if I miss you all you want?" Ye Wenxi gave him a coquettish look.

"You just have to make me... Ah!!"

Ye Wenxi's word "say" was swallowed back before she could finish it.

Ye Wenxi bit her lip hard and kept groaning.

Sudden--

Hot water splashed everywhere.

Lu Weidong chuckled softly: "So many..."

Ye Wenxi glared at him, embarrassed and angry.

She can be quite sarcastic in her words, but when she gets serious, every blunt thing she says feels like it's barbed, making her ears burn.

It seems that Lu Weidong grasped this point about her.

He is usually the opposite – he talks little but does a lot.

But once they get emotional, all sorts of suggestive and provocative things come out of their mouths, each one more offensive than the last.

Lu Weidong held her in his arms, kissing behind her ear while gently stroking her back with his warm, rough palms.

"Are you cold?" His voice was muffled in the crook of her neck.

Ye Wenxi laughed in exasperation: "I'm so hot, how could I possibly get cold?"

Lu Weidong chuckled softly, his chest vibrating so loudly it sent shivers down her spine: "That's true."

"Then..." His voice lowered, his breath landing directly on her skin.

"Did you get burned, or did I?"

Ye Wenxi shuddered at the scorching heat.

She opened her mouth, but the words swirled in her throat and didn't come out.

His usual quick wit seemed to have been blocked by something.

"you..."

"Not as hot as mine."

"But you're better than me..."

Before she could finish speaking, her face turned bright red, and she lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Lu Weidong suddenly burst into laughter, not his usual restrained laugh, but a wide grin that revealed a set of white teeth, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

He guessed that she might say something exciting next.

Before I could even say anything, I'd already burned myself like this.

He loved her so much that his heart pounded, and he wanted to etch her image into his very being.

He reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"But what?" he asked, his voice as low as sandpaper scraping against the eardrum.

Ye Wenxi's lips moved, but she didn't say the sentence.

Lu Weidong's chest trembled, and he laughed again.

The heat in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, mixed with the sweat rising from their bodies, making the air feel thick and heavy.

Lu Weidong lowered his head, his nose brushing against her earlobe, his voice even lower, almost a whisper:

Whether we compete or not... we still have to continue.

He turned her around and pinned her against the damp wall.

His palm slid down the curve of her spine, stopping at her lower back, where he applied pressure.

Ye Wenxi let out a muffled groan.

Her fingernails became like a kitten's claws, digging into the cracks in the tiles.

He is the sea, and the wall is the reef.

They are each other's only anchor.

The waves relentlessly pounded and rubbed against the reefs.

Ye Wenxi struggled between the wall and Lu Weidong.

"Lu Weidong".

Ye Wenxi was feeling somewhat exhausted, so she called out to signal a pause.

"Are you tired?" Lu Weidong asked.

"Hmm... a little..."

He suddenly picked her up and placed her on the cold ceramic edge of the sink.

His palm cupped Ye Wenxi's sweaty nape, his fingertips pressed against her throbbing pulse.

"tell me."

His voice was deep in his throat, with heavy, unresolved panting.

"Will you feel more comfortable like this?"

Ye Wenxi looked at the man in front of her, whose hair was still dripping with water, and whose eyes beneath his sword-like eyebrows were dark and menacing.

The intense love seemed to be consuming her.

The frustration and unease that had been building up in his heart for days slowly melted away like sugar cubes soaked in warm water.

"No..." she whispered.

Lu Weidong frowned slightly and turned his head to look at her.

"You can cure diseases."

She paused, her eyelashes lifted, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the thick fog, shining into his eyes.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"You are Xu Xian! Divine doctor, you can save my life."

After saying that, Ye Wenxi suddenly kissed his lips.

Like a person frozen in the snow longing for a campfire, yearning for this only source of warmth.

She rarely ventured her tongue in, but instead, she sucked on his thin lips.

......

The bottles and jars on the sink made a soft, clinking sound as they were moved.

The round mirror in front of the sink reflected her neck as it tilted back.

It draws a delicate and graceful arc, like the posture of a swan before taking flight.

Lu Weidong's voice trembled slightly and was low.

"Relax, you can handle it..."

The two people were like those struggling in a raging torrent, clutching their only oar.

Lu Weidong grabbed Ye Wenxi's arm and passionately kissed her inner wrist.

His hot breath sprayed onto her palms.

His strength was so great that Ye Wenxi could barely hold him back.

"Open your eyes...look at me..."

His voice was deep in his chest, tinged with heavy breathing.

The dim light from the overhead lamp sliced ​​across her wet cheeks, water droplets dangling from her chin, about to fall.

Her brows were furrowed, and her expression seemed on the verge of breaking.

She struggled to lift her eyelids.

Her eyelashes were heavy with tears.

His eyes were terribly red, but the light in them was astonishing, like a wildfire that refused to go out in the middle of a stormy night.

"Lu Weidong!!"

She tilted her head back and almost screamed his name.

In the quiet bathroom, only the sound of water flowing from the pool could be heard.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

Ye Wenxi's breathing gradually returned to normal.

He let out a soft sigh, lingering with lingering flavor.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his sweaty neck.

The day's exhaustion combined with the post-coital dehydration.

Ye Wenxi fell asleep in the bathtub, leaning against Lu Weidong's chest.

I slept soundly and peacefully, feeling warm and safe.

At this moment.

The gloom of the Yunnan border was finally gone from her mind.

There was no attempt to persuade them to stay when they were being sent south.

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There was still more than an hour until the dance.

Several people were gathered at Ye Wenxi's house: Ding Jiahe, Wang Hao, and Zhang Yunxia.

On the table were clam oil, eyebrow pencil, blush, lipstick...

These are all of Ye Wenxi's cosmetics belongings.

Ye Wenxi was applying light makeup to Ding Jiahe.

"Don't move!"

She held the eyebrow pencil, her fingertips tracing Ding Jiahe's eyeliner.

When Ding Jiahe first applied eyeliner, her eyelids twitched as if they were electrified.

"look!"

Ye Wenxi put down the eyebrow pencil and handed the small mirror to her.

Ding Jiahe gripped the edge of the mirror, ready to go.

But this time, there was no heavy makeup or thick eyebrows.

Her eyebrows were light and delicate, her eyes were drawn with fine lines, and her cheeks were tinged with pale pink.

Like morning dew on peach blossoms, it makes her features look bright and clear.

"Wow... Teach me!" Ding Jiahe's eyes lit up.

"No problem!" Ye Wenxi replied.

"But I'll have to wait until I get back from Yunnan." Ding Jiahe looked in the mirror and rubbed her lipstick.

"But it'll be quick, I'll buy cosmetics as soon as I get back."

"I'll pester you to style my hair every day then."

"Hehehe..."

Ding Jiahe looked in the mirror again, pointing her fingertips at her cheeks, chattering and laughing incessantly.

"Yes! Definitely!"

Ye Wenxi nodded emphatically, as if finalizing a solemn agreement, but her fingertips secretly clenched the hem of her clothes.