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

Ring ring ring—!

The phone rang at Ye Wenxi's house.

Ever since the last dance party where I wrote the clothing company's phone number on that red sign, our landline has been ringing non-stop.

But it's past nine o'clock at night, the bell shouldn't be ringing at this time.

Ye Wenxi ran out of the study, her shoes screeching as they scraped across the floor.

Lu Weidong was getting up from the sofa, and just as he reached out his hand, she snatched the receiver from him.

"Feed? Hello."

"Oh, I'm exhausted. You have no idea how much effort it took me to make this call."

Ding Jiahe's voice came from the other end, carrying the hissing sound of electricity unique to long-distance lines.

Ye Wenxi stood there, and the heavy weight in her heart finally settled.

Her hand holding the receiver loosened little by little.

"Why did it take you so long to call?" Ye Wenxi asked anxiously.

She nodded to Lu Weidong.

Lu Weidong sat back down, realizing that Ding Jiahe had finally responded.

"I ran for an hour to borrow a phone from the campsite next door."

"How are you? Is your area a war zone?" Ye Wenxi quickly asked to confirm.

The night outside the window was dark and gloomy.

Lu Weidong leaned back on the sofa, unable to hear what was being said on the other end, but he could see the lines of Ye Wenxi's profile gradually relaxing from tense to relaxed.

Not on the front lines, but in the rear, still on standby.

On the other end of the phone, Ding Jiahe's tone became serious when she got down to business.

But once someone has gone, there's no reason for them to desert and come back; that's a soldier's duty.

The two chatted for a few more minutes. Before hanging up, Ye Wenxi spoke into the receiver, word by word:

"Two days. Call me at least once every two days. Otherwise, I'll call you."

The person on the other end replied with something.

Ye Wenxi chuckled.

She gave a soft "hmm" and put the receiver back.

Lu Weidong walked over and picked up the receiver.

I dialed a phone number.

"Hello, this is Lu Weidong. I'm looking for Wang Hao."

.......

The phone was hung up.

They both let out a long, soft sigh at the same time.

The pitch is the same, the duration is the same, and even the curvature of the ending note is the same.

Ye Wenxi turned her head and met Lu Weidong's gaze, then chuckled.

Lu Weidong laughed along and pounced on him.

The two rolled around on the sofa, sticking together like a ball.

Their lips met, and the kiss was deep and hot.

Lu Weidong's hands kneaded her body, his fingertips brushing against the thin fabric, stroking it back and forth.

"Um?"

He lowered his head.

I checked it again on my hand.

"Not bringing it?" he asked, his voice muffled beside her ear.

Ye Wenxi lay on the sofa, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Yes. It's over."

"Then I'm going to eat now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and raised it high above his head.

With his other hand, he reached in and lifted the cloth covering the "baozi".

But he just stayed there, motionless.

No further action was taken.

He just looked down at her.

His eyebrows were lowered, and his gaze slid from her brow to the tip of her nose, then to her lips, tracing her every inch.

In the dim light, those eyes shone with a dark brilliance, and beneath them lay something burning hot.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ye Wenxi felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

In the past, whenever he fired, he would pounce on me like a starving wolf.

Lu Weidong didn't answer, but a slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Your eyes...are you trying to entice me to shoot?"

He just stayed there.

Wait for her to surrender.

"I'd like to try it too..."

Lu Weidong's lips suddenly curled into a playful smile.

Ye Wenxi's mind was filled with alarm bells.

It’s over.

His legs were already straining to break free, but they were pinned down by one of his legs and couldn't move.

"What...do you want to try?"

She felt her face burning hot, as if it had been licked by flames.

"Stop messing around, if you make me angry, I'll..."

I struggled to utter a complete threat.

Because she had never seen Lu Weidong with that expression on his face before.

The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, and the thin lips are still the same.

But the smile on his lips had taken on a different meaning.

It's not the usual "just kidding" kind of naughtiness, nor is it the "I want it" kind of hotness.

It's something else.

It's like wearing his skin but with a different core.

His gaze fell on her face, as if he were looking at prey, or waiting for an answer.

No rush, no impatience, even a bit...lazy.

He just looked down at her from his high position.

Lu Weidong's face is so handsome. The light cuts at an angle, highlighting his straight nose and the sharp angles of his brow bone with his sword-like eyebrows.

Perfect facial features, as long as he imbues them with desire and longing.

It will become extremely sexually charged.

Even though the two have already fought countless drills.

Most of the time, however, Lu Weidong was "service-oriented" and followed her rhythm.

But as soon as his domineering and controlling nature is unleashed, it will be suppressed by his imposing presence.

Ye Wenxi was rooted to the spot by that gaze and turned her head away, not daring to look at him.

She felt a little uneasy.

a little nervous.

besides...

A subtle excitement.

"this time..."

Lu Weidong suddenly spoke, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

He lowered his head, his voice brushing past her ear, so low it seemed to be grinding from his chest.

"It's my turn to be the hunter..."

Her breath caught in her throat.

This person wants to

Before we devour her completely, let's try a different approach.

His gaze shifted downwards, fixing on the white steamed bun.

"What kind of filling is in your steamed bun?"

Ye Wenxi bit her lip: "Ugh! Are you...are you going to do it or not?"

Ye Wenxi almost bit her tongue after she finished speaking.

To do it or not...

What the hell is that word?

"Don't rush me, good food is worth waiting for."

He leaned down, his breath landing on the white buns.

"I'm in charge of tonight's dinner."

He bit down lightly...

"Ah!" Ye Wenxi exclaimed softly.

He didn't move; he just stayed there.

Warm. Soft.

Like having a mouthful of half-melted candy in your mouth.

"Uh..." Her voice was weak.

"See, I told you you had a switch."

"Lu Weidong!!" Ye Wenxi's face burned with embarrassment from his teasing, and she struggled to punch him.

But the disparity in size and strength meant her efforts were doomed to failure.

"Mmm...the steamed buns are delicious."

His mouth seemed stuffed full, and his speech was unclear.

After saying that, he buried it again and focused intently on tasting it.

The large, wheat-colored hand moved downwards.

"It's a bit too hot here."

"Won't it burn me?"

Ye Wenxi bit her lower lip and remained silent.

She felt that whenever she opened her mouth, it would make a sound like a kettle boiling.

That's so alluring.

Today's Lu Weidong...

It smells so good!

"Is this... a main course or dessert?"

Ye Wenxi turned her head away, closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lu Weidong chuckled softly, leaned closer, and brushed his lips against her trembling eyelids.

"Not going to say anything?"

His fingers left, but didn't move far.

"Then I'll see for myself."

With fingertips hooking the edge of the pure cotton, gently pry open a slit.

"Let me see what you've hidden."