The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

She took her clothes and went inside to take a shower. The bathroom was spacious and just what she wanted. The rich aroma of essential oils filled the damp air. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, rested it on the edge of the tub, and soon fell asleep.

Suddenly, a pair of broad, warm hands were placed on her shoulders, which were exposed above the water, and gently massaged them.

Suwen woke up, but did not open her eyes, and continued to doze off.

The person behind her didn't make a sound, reached for the shampoo beside her, poured it into their palm, lathered it up, and then gently massaged it in a swirling motion. The pressure was gentle, as if afraid of waking her.

Suwen enjoyed the force, and one corner of her mouth slightly turned up.

Lu Zheng rubbed her hair for a while, then rinsed off the foam with warm water. Her wet hair fell down to Su Wen's shoulders and chest.

Lu Zheng looked down at her hair, his gaze sweeping over her small, rounded shoulders, slender waist, and curled-up legs... He took a breath, coughed lightly, put the shampoo back, and replaced it with a bottle of shower gel.

The foam spread in his palm, intensifying the fragrance in the bathroom. The slippery foam clung to her delicate skin, trembling slightly before being quickly rinsed away by the water. What remained was the burning flame in his palm, still roaming over her body…

Suwen was certain that the foam in his palm had long been washed away, but he was still intently rubbing and applying it to her skin.

As his hand slid from her neck to her sharp collarbone, she suddenly felt breathless and couldn't help but open her mouth to breathe, her chest heaving.

Lu Zheng paused slightly, his eyebrows rising: Little thing...

Her fingertips continued to knead, reaching his heaving chest. Unable to bear it any longer, Suwen grabbed his hand, turning back to look at him in alarm: "No more..."

Lu Zheng smiled, his deep eyes turning into a seductive and wicked look: "Not going to keep pretending to be asleep?"

"You found out..." Suwen bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning. Seeing that he was only wearing a bathrobe, her heart pounded like a deer, and she asked him, "How did you get in?"

Lu Zheng smeared a clump of foam on the tip of her nose: "If you keep washing like this, our date tonight will be ruined."

As Suwen lowered her head, still caught in her embarrassment, the water level beside her suddenly rose, and a huge body squeezed into the bath.

Water splashed all over the ground, and glistening droplets rolled down her fair and smooth skin, flowing along her rounded and exquisite curves, dancing with a decadent and beautiful color.

Lu Zheng leaned close to her ear, his disordered breathing blowing behind her ear: "I've thought about it, washing together will be more efficient."

Faced with his gaze, which was more direct and frank than words could express and even overflowing with desire, Suwen felt her heart stop beating and her breathing become labored.

In the misty haze, his features lost their somberness and worldly maturity, appearing even more radiant, and the deep light in his eyes seemed to instantly draw her soul in.

Under his affectionate gaze, Suwen felt something inside her body, like the hot water in the pool, was flowing restlessly and clamoring.

Lu Zheng let out a soft breath, lifted her by the waist and placed her on his lap, setting her legs on either side of his strong waist...

The subtle friction sent a shiver down her spine, and she weakly pushed against his chest with both hands: "Not here... let's go to the bed..."

Lu Zheng lowered his head to capture his lips, and gentle, rain-like kisses, damp with moisture, fell on her forehead, chin, cheeks, lips, eyelids, and even nibbled on her earlobe, allowing her to clearly hear his heavy breathing.

Between kisses, he mumbled a reply: "Mmm... I'll go to bed after I shower."

When she was finally put on the bed, Suwen just wanted to curse: This liar! He said that showering together would increase efficiency, but she was almost suffocating in the bathtub, and he was still torturing her in different ways. Several times, Suwen thought she was going to die. How embarrassing it would be to be in the newspaper the next day, naked and dead in the bathtub.

Curled up on the soft bed, feeling utterly exhausted, Su Wen felt a sense of rebirth. Her tense nerves finally relaxed. But then his strong body pressed down on her again, accompanied by a burning, undisguised desire.

"Good sir, spare my life..." she cried, tears welling up in her eyes.

He sucked and licked her cool, silky back, murmuring, "You're the one who said you wanted to come to bed, how can I not satisfy my wife's request?"

"Beast—liar—"

"The beasts are yet to come," he growled hoarsely, lowering his body.

"Ah!" Suwen screamed in agony, a scream even more agonizing than torture.

He lay motionless on the bed, limp and lifeless like a turtle, ignoring the strange rumbling in his stomach.

Someone rang the doorbell; it was the crisp sound of water droplets falling on the stone slab, clear and lovely.

Feeling refreshed, the person put on a yukata and went to open the door. Outside stood a waiter holding a white gift box, who said in fluent Mandarin, "Your clothes, please sign for them."

He returned, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the box, and unfurled a pure white silk dress. The fine, smooth fabric felt cool to the touch, like her skin. He kissed the back of her neck: "Get up, change your clothes, I'll take you to eat."

"No, let me starve to death!" she said stubbornly, covering her head with a pillow and acting like a spoiled child.

He raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes darting around, put down his tuxedo, and climbed onto the bed: "Then I won't eat either, let's just go to sleep."

Upon hearing the word "sleep," Suwen felt as if possessed by an evil spirit, and immediately sat up in bed with a shiver.

"Not going to sleep?" He lay back on the pillow, looking relaxed.

Suwen glared at her, picked up her dress, and ran into the bathroom.

This short dress, with its simple and cute cut, is perfect for young and lively girls.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her hand gently wiping away the misty moisture. If only she were younger; if only her eyes were a little more expressive, she would be even more radiant; if only…

She sighed, wondering what she was thinking.

Her whole body ached, so she stretched her muscles and came out wearing the little dress, her posture strained.

Lu Zheng had also changed his clothes. He was wearing a dark blue silk shirt with a subtle sheen and crisp matching trousers. Two buttons on the shirt were undone, making the skin on his face and neck appear as white as jade. His eyes, like the mysterious fabric of his clothes, sparkled with starlight.

Lu Zheng looked at her, then reached out his hand from behind his back, holding a pair of black satin high heels with small rhinestones and long straps. He gestured for her to sit down, then bowed like a gentleman, kneeling on one knee and holding the exquisite shoes in his hands: "Am I honored to wear these shoes for you, my beautiful princess?"

Suwen's face flushed, and she nudged him on the shoulder: "At your age, isn't this cheesy?"

He laughed heartily, his hand moving down her bare, slender ankles to put on the high heels of her dreams, carefully fastening each button.

She stood up, facing a standing mirror that was about half her height. Behind her was Lu Zheng, his hand resting on her lower back.

They are a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

“I remember you like white dresses, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear. “Look how pretty they are.”

Every woman dreams of being a princess. Although reality may mold them into worldly-wise individuals, a pure and innocent corner still remains in their hearts, filled with unrealistic fantasies and aspirations.

She deliberately looked down and glanced around: "What's so pretty about it? I'm getting old these days..."

“Nonsense,” he interrupted her, lifting her chin from behind and stubbornly looking into her eyes. “Nonsense.” Then he sought her lips and bit them with a bit of force.

Suwen winced in pain, pushed him away, looked in the mirror, saw a bright red stain on her lips, and smacked him hard: "You know I don't have lipstick, don't you? Are you a dog? Why are you biting people like this?"

"If you really have to ask? Well, I was born in the Year of the Pig."

The handsome man, born in the Year of the Pig, leisurely ate his Western meal, slowly sipped his wine, and sat opposite her, his gaze lingering on her for a long time.

This perspective made Suwen feel that she was the food on his plate, and the steak was just a formality.

When it was time to eat dessert, he finally freed one hand and gently covered hers with it.

Suwen looked at his hands.

Outside the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows lies the coastline under the night sky, with white waves surging in endlessly, one after another.

His fingertips rubbed against the back of her hand.

There was soothing piano music in the restaurant, so light it seemed like it might stop at any moment. Suwen tried to identify the piece for a long time but couldn't, only feeling that the melody was mournful and had a desolate feel to it.

She looked up at Lu Zheng across from her, then turned her face outside: "I want to go to Chiang Mai tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Qingming Festival in China, and she wants to deliver a bouquet of flowers to a deceased friend.

Lu Zheng stared intently at her, making her feel uncomfortable, and she stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

The hotel bathroom was decorated in a luxurious and extravagant style. On the gilded washbasin, a little girl of three or four years old sat on the smooth, cool tiles, her bare little feet dangling in the air, her dark eyes rolling around.

Suwen went into the restroom, and she sat there. When she came out to wash her hands, she was still sitting there, staring at her expressionlessly.

The girl had neat bangs that reached her eyebrows, revealing her fair, apple-shaped face. Suwen looked up at her, and she looked back at Suwen, looking dazed but kind and cute.

Suwen smiled at her, dried her hands, said "Goodbye" in Chinese (not expecting her to understand), and turned to leave.

The girl suddenly replied with "Goodbye" in Chinese. Suwen stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl raised her voice: "Is that right?"

Suwen touched her hair; the girl's hair was very fine, jet black, and as soft as satin.

"Yes, that's right. Are you Chinese?"

"I don't know. That's what my mother taught me to say."

Suwen thought that the child's mother might be Chinese. She didn't know why, but she liked the child from the very first moment she saw him.