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

my sweetheart?

Hmph... you little brat.

Ye Wenxi saw right through Lu Weidong's little scheme.

He wanted to tie a rope around himself in public so that everyone present could see that he and Ye Wenxi were tied together.

We're worried she might really "let loose" today and fly all over the place.

Lu Weidong watched her sit there, her eyes crinkling as she smiled, but she didn't offer her hand.

His hand was still outstretched, his palm slightly empty.

"Chief of Staff Lu, if you dance with me now, you might not have the chance to dance with other female comrades later." Ye Wenxi tilted her head, looking like she was thinking of him.

"I said I'd only dance with you," Lu Weidong quickly declared his loyalty.

Ye Wenxi smiled and placed her hand in his palm.

Lu Weidong immediately gripped her tightly, wrapped his other arm around her waist, and spun her into the center of the dance floor.

The first round of eliminations mostly involved married couples who had no qualms about participating.

Unlike social gatherings where you need to maintain a distance of "one hand's width", this is not the case.

True couples don't need to be so distant. As long as they're not overly clingy, being close together actually feels natural.

The music is the soothing "Night on the Prairie," in 4/3 time.

"What are you dancing to?" Lu Weidong asked, looking down.

"Just do the basic steps that Sister Yunxia taught me." Ye Wenxi looked up at him, "Don't step on my feet."

Both of them were beginners in ballroom dancing, and they specially sought out Zhang Yunxia for extra lessons in preparation for this occasion.

Lu Weidong learned remarkably quickly, his steps were steady, and he led the way accurately.

As the prelude began, Lu Weidong took Ye Wenxi's hand and placed her palm on his left chest.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, his palm firmly supporting her lower back. Ye Wenxi's entire left hand rested on his thick, taut chest muscles, and through his crisply starched shirt, she could feel his burning body heat.

She gently scratched her head with her fingertips. Looking up at him with a smile, she asked:

"Why are you putting my hand here? Aren't you afraid I'll move it around?"

As the music started, Lu Weidong chuckled and led her to take the first step.

"Do you still think of me as that greenhorn who gets excited over the slightest smell?"

"Just leave it here, what can I do about it?"

Ye Wenxi's eyes widened, with an expression that said, "Are you sure?" and a provocative hook in her eyes.

The music became more upbeat, and the two slid into their first spin to the rhythm.

The skirt swayed, and the light flowed across the dark fabric.

With another quick turn, Ye Wenxi took advantage of the moment when his center of gravity shifted and his chest muscles relaxed.

The left hand, which had been gently stroked, suddenly spread its five fingers, then abruptly closed them, kneading the full pectoral muscles.

That strike was precise and ruthless, as if it had been planned in advance, with just the right amount of force.

Lu Weidong groaned, his footsteps faltered almost imperceptibly, and his ears turned bright red.

"Stop messing around..." His voice was strained, with a hint of helpless chuckle.

"What are you afraid of?"

Ye Wenxi spun back into his arms following his momentum, and lightly traced the military emblem on his chest with her fingertip.

"Our Chief of Staff Lu is a man of action... a very experienced person."

Lu Weidong's breathing noticeably deepened.

"Right? My little snake?"

Lu Weidong's vision went black, and he stumbled, almost stepping out of step.

He tightened his grip suddenly, causing Ye Wenxi to let out a soft groan.

"Ye, Wen, Xi," he squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Ye Wenxi was secretly laughing her head off, but her face still maintained that innocent look.

Hmph, I might not be able to handle you in bed, but when it comes to trash talk...

In front of me, you'll always be a greenhorn.

She didn't need to do anything; her words and flirtatious glances were enough to set Lu Weidong on fire.

At this moment, she is leading him through a relatively dense group of dance partners.

The varicose veins on his hands were not obvious, but the pressure he applied to his chest was quite strong, coupled with his unabashedly alluring gaze.

Chief of Staff Lu has failed...

As the dance music was about to end, Lu Weidong suddenly tightened his arms, pulling Ye Wenxi firmly into his embrace.

"Don't move! Just stay like this..."

"Huh?" Ye Wenxi was taken aback at first.

Then, I was pricked.

"Pfft."

She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Are you using me as 'cover'?"

"Who told you to be dishonest?" Lu Weidong gritted his teeth, squeezing out the words through his clenched teeth.

"Who told you to be so sensitive?" Ye Wenxi said, sticking out her neck with a smug look on her face.

"Heh..." Lu Weidong sneered.

He exhaled, licked his lips, and lowered his head slightly to get close to her ear.

"I don't know who's more sensitive; they seem to have several switches on their body."

"With one press and one squeeze, it softens and releases its semen..."

Ye Wenxi: "⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄"

Ye Wenxi went completely numb...

She hadn't expected Lu Weidong to suddenly say that.

Was caught off guard.

It went silent.

Lu Weidong curled his lips into a smile, a triumphant smile radiating a strong sense of control.

He firmly wrapped his arm around her waist, spun around, and slid with her to the edge of the dance floor where the lights were dimmer.

Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be this obvious.

It's just that Lu Weidong has such good natural features, and the suit he's wearing is too well-tailored, making it all the more obvious.

Finally finding a seat, Lu Weidong crossed his legs and put his hands on his lap to relax.

What awaited him was Ye Wenxi's humiliating and angry revenge, who pinched him repeatedly.

...........

"Hahahahaha!"

He had been keeping an eye on the two men's movements, and when he saw that Lu Weidong's neck was completely red, he was so happy that he slapped his thigh.

"Look at the Chief of Staff's face! It looks like it's been boiled!"

Ding Jiahe looked in the direction he pointed.

Lu Weidong was stiffly spinning Ye Wenxi around, each step perfectly timed, but his muscles were taut and stiff.

Ye Wenxi, nestled in his arms, laughed so hard her shoulders trembled.

"No doubt about it, those two were probably 'exchanging tactics' just now."

Wang Hao laughed so hard that he blurted it out without thinking.

Ding Jiahe is indeed exceptionally intelligent.

She didn't want to understand immediately either.

But then I understood.

These words, spoken by Wang Hao to himself, felt like a bucket of boiling water being poured over his face.

Her face flushed instantly.

She suddenly stood up and tried to move to the side, no longer daring to sit with him.

But her wrist was suddenly gripped by a large, burning hot hand.

A strong force pulled her back, and she turned around and bumped into Wang Hao's solid chest.

The fabric of his suit brushed against her cheek, mingling with his unique scent, enveloping her completely.

His hushed voice came from above.

"Xiao Ding."

"Will you dance with me?"

Ding Jiahe looked up and met Wang Hao's eyes.

Gone was the usual playfulness and carefree attitude; only a burning passion and deep affection she had never seen before remained.

She felt a burning sensation running from her ears to her cheeks, her skin so hot it startled her.

"I...I can't..."

Her eyes darted around, and her voice was so faint it was like a mosquito's hum.

Wang Hao didn't loosen his grip; instead, he tightened it even more.

"I'll teach you."

"I...I'm so stupid," Ding Jiahe stammered, her head down.

But she couldn't break free from Wang Hao's large hand.