The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

“You’re pretending to be asleep…” His voice was muffled and deep, mingling with her soft breathing.

"You stole a kiss from me and woke me up..." she said confidently, but before she could finish, his tongue, which was sweeping over her, silenced her.

Originally, Lu Zheng intended for her to rest, so he didn't turn on the light. In the darkness, only the light in his eyes flashed by. Su Wen awkwardly turned her face away, avoiding his gaze. What she saw was the magnificent night view of Beijing.

His office is on the 28th floor of this office building. It is said that every person in a high position likes this feeling of loneliness at the top, so the president's office is usually located on the second-to-last floor of the company.

What Suwen never expected was that the rest area in his office had a fully transparent floor-to-ceiling glass design. If the curtains weren't drawn, it would be as if one were immersed in the night sky, surrounded by the tops of skyscrapers and the vast, dark red night sky.

As he pinned her down on the bed, Suwen protested softly, "The window... people will see us."

"It's so high, no one will see it."

Being stared at by him with such tender and affectionate eyes made me feel numb from head to toe.

“Lu Zheng…” she blurted out almost immediately.

She was used to calling him by his full name. Lovers usually have a secret nickname for each other, but for some reason, she always spoke so formally. Yet, her tone at this moment was completely different from every time before—soft, alluring, even a little languid.

"You can't leave me..."

Humility, yes, he saw a similar look of humility in the woman's eyes.

Lu Zheng, leaning above her, looked at this woman and was momentarily speechless.

She was the most stubborn Nie Suwen, the kind who couldn't be swayed even by ten oxen once she set her mind on something, but at this moment she was like a child, pleading with him in a low voice.

Lu Zheng's expression, though stiff, held a hint of emotion.

Finally, he raised his hand and reached out to her, as if to touch her, as if to break the somewhat lengthy standoff that had been going on for both of them.

But before he could touch her smooth skin, his fingers suddenly froze.

He seemed reluctant to touch her. He was conflicted and hesitant, as if such a tender gesture would hurt her. But in the end, his hand moved, just like the tender moments they had shared before. His fingers traced the side of her face, his fingertips outlined the shape of her beautiful lips, and finally reached her soft chin. He lifted her face and looked at her carefully.

With such a tense grip, Su Wen didn't know how to look at Lu Zheng on top of her, and for a moment she held her breath.

It's not terrible to not get something; what hurts most is to suddenly lose it after you've already had it. At eighteen, everything she had was shattered, and the past eighteen years of her life, like bubbles in water, slowly drifted away from her.

She had thought of building a barrier to protect herself. But now, facing this man, she seemed to have shown weakness...

The moment the words left her lips, she felt a pang of regret. When had she become so dependent on him? Three years ago, she could have left him without looking back; even in pain, she wasn't incapable of living. Three years later, under his meticulous care, she had a strange feeling that without him, she would die…

This feeling is actually terrible; it's as if life has gone off track, and there's a sense of resignation to fate.

She stared intently at the man who was about to take control of her life, noticing the unprecedented contradictions and hesitation in his eyes.

Then she saw a glint in his eyes, and he suddenly stood up. Before Suwen could even prop herself up on her elbows and sit up, a piece of fabric was thrown in front of her.

"Put it on."

His tone was somewhat commanding, and his voice was deliberately hoarse and tense.

Su Wen stared blankly down, recognizing the cheongsam she had worn at the Venice Film Festival in the daylight. She had ordered the cheongsam herself, and later Ye Zi suggested it could be auctioned at a charity gala; she had donated it immediately after taking it off. Now, however, she didn't know how it had ended up in Lu Zheng's hands.

He closed the door to the lounge, and in the dark space, there was a rustling of clothes. Suwen nervously pushed the door open.

Lu Zheng was sitting on the sofa in the outer room smoking, the sparks on his cigarette butt sparkling like rubies.

Hearing the sound, he looked up, his gaze falling in her direction, the cigarette between his fingers hovering in mid-air.

For a moment, there was silence.

The cheongsam was cut to fit her figure very tightly. It wasn't noticeable under the camera, but now, with his bright eyes staring at her intently in the darkness, she suddenly felt as if every line was a rope tightly binding her body, and she could only remain motionless as he did as he pleased.

Suwen, a little embarrassed, pulled herself closer, her voice barely audible: "Why are you making me wear this..."

He didn't say anything, but with a slight lift of his finger, the tiny spark was extinguished.

With a loud crash, Suwen couldn't see how he got up from the sofa or how he swept everything off the desk. By the time she realized what was happening, Lu Zheng had already put an arm around her waist and lifted her onto the desk.

Suwen's surprise was still in her throat when she swallowed it back down. She reflexively tried to jump off the table, but was immediately held down by the shoulders.

"Don't move," he said.

It was practically an order.

Su Wen was still in shock and couldn't come to her senses, while the light in Lu Zheng's eyes shone even brighter, like a raging fire that threatened to burn her to ashes.

In that silent exchange of glances, he slowly leaned down towards her—

Suwen flinched.

He missed kissing her lips, only touching her cheek, but the long night had only just begun, and he wasn't in a hurry. With a slight smile, he reached out and straightened her chin: "Do you know that the first time I saw you wearing this cheongsam, I already wanted to take it off?"

The first time... was at a film festival, right? She was in Venice then.

Suwen's face flushed and her heart pounded. She reached out to push his shoulder, but he didn't budge, even biting her fingertip. Suwen subconsciously pulled her fingertip away, and this adorable reaction stirred ripples in Lu Zheng's eyes. When she pushed him again, his tense chest suddenly relaxed—

He used his teeth to unbutton the Chinese knot buttons on her cheongsam.

Seeing that he was about to lower his head to take a bite of the second one, Suwen panicked, her voice trembling: "You're not going to do this here..."

Before she could finish speaking, she fell silent. Lu Zheng's hand had already slipped inside the high slit of her cheongsam, tracing its way over her skin, slowly, slowly, until it reached between her legs, teasing her deeper.

Under the man's seemingly casual touch, Suwen trembled uncontrollably, waves of tingling sensations washing over her.

Lu Zheng promptly kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips, giving them two soothing kisses before slipping his lips into her mouth, drawing away all her deep thoughts.

The wet, lingering kiss in her mouth, the constant teasing... Suwen's head was buzzing, almost making her dizzy. When he finally left her lips and instead sucked on her earlobe, she almost forgot where she was.

Something is scratching me, making me incredibly itchy.

"What's the fun in being so tense? There are no cameras filming you right now."

The man's deep voice drifted over, almost mesmerizing, stirring up the dormant desires within him, clamoring for release. Su Wen leaned back slightly; this submissive gaze was all too easy to stir emotions within her.

She was almost drowning.

Suwen could not hold back any longer and let out an unconscious groan.

He raised his hand and covered her mouth. In the dark and quiet atmosphere, her vision was limited and her breathing was rapid. This tense and exciting feeling reminded her of a scene in "Lust, Caution" where she pressed a pillow against Xue Shaofeng's head and face.

So that's what makes it exciting.

The soft warmth of her palm disrupted his rhythm. He suddenly withdrew his hand and leaned down to kiss her forcefully. The entanglement of their lips and tongues grew increasingly intense, causing his previously gentle fingers to suddenly change their pressure.

Suwen froze, as if her nerves had been stretched taut. She leaned back forcefully, her skin glowing with a rosy hue, glistening with a thin layer of fragrant sweat, like a perfectly cooked shrimp.

As his fingers left, she instinctively curled up into a ball.

He still missed the taste of her lips, and his kisses became almost forceful, licking her palate, sucking on her tongue, and going deep into her throat.

Heavy breathing, accompanied by the sounds of lips and tongues entwining, echoed continuously in each other's ears.

Catching a glimpse of the ambiguous chuckle between his lips, Suwen slapped his hand away, her face full of reproach.

Such a sight tempted the man to possess her even more deeply. Suwen was being kissed and sucked by him, her tongue felt tingly, as if it were about to melt away.

In her moment of passion and confusion, she was completely unaware that he had picked her up and carried her from the cold, hard table back to the soft bed in the lounge.

He pulled up one of her legs and forcefully straightened it. Although she had trained in ballet, she couldn't withstand his torment at this moment. She felt as if her ligaments were about to snap. In a daze, she gritted her teeth and let out a broken cry of pain: "It hurts...it hurts so much..."

His palms were around her lower back, his body pressed tightly against hers: "I'm a very meticulous person. Tell me, how did you arrange the paperclips?"

His gaze searched her bare body thoughtfully, as if he were genuinely studying the feasibility of that position.

At that moment, all the beautiful images vanished from my mind, leaving only a chilling feeling.

Last time in his office, he only bit her as a minor punishment, and she thought he had long forgotten. But unexpectedly…

Today, he first made her wear a cheongsam, and then... it turns out it was all premeditated!

This signal was dangerous, but before Suwen could react reflexively, he had already lowered his body towards her.