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

Guessing that Ye Wenxi was taking a shower, he walked to the bathroom door and gently pushed it open.

Ye Wenxi sat on a small stool with her back to the door, revealing a smooth back.

His soaked black hair clung messily to the back of his neck, water droplets sliding down the curve of his shoulder blades.

Even from behind, you can see her slender waistline and long, fair legs, which are faintly visible in the misty steam.

Lu Weidong's throat moved involuntarily.

He should have washed up yesterday after returning from the enemy's camp, but he was up all night and didn't have time to.

Looking at the scene before him, a smirk appeared on his lips, and his playful side was aroused.

He quietly slipped outside and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he was down to just his shorts, he hesitated for a moment.

Let's wear it for now.

Otherwise, she might have just kicked him out.

Lu Weidong walked to the bathroom door and gently knocked twice on it.

He wasn't asking her anything; he just wanted to give her a heads-up so she wouldn't be startled by his sudden appearance.

Two loud thuds.

Ye Wenxi's hand trembled as she turned her head sharply: "Hey, don't—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Weidong pushed the door open and came in, wearing only a pair of shorts.

With a smile on his face, he closed the door and walked towards her.

"Lu Weidong!" Ye Wenxi exclaimed, both embarrassed and annoyed. "I'm taking a shower!"

"Perfect timing, I need to shower too. Neither of us is feeling well right now, so we can help each other out?"

He raised his arm, gesturing towards the gauze.

Ye Wenxi curled up, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her face away from him.

Because Lu Weidong was simply too eye-catching at that moment.

His wet hair hung messily over his forehead, and water droplets slid down his taut chest muscles.

The waist and abdomen are sharply defined, and the smooth V-line can be faintly seen on the shorts.

That face, brimming with sexual tension, coupled with a half-smile, was both alluring and roguishly provocative.

Ye Wenxi's cheeks burned, and her mind was buzzing.

This is blatant sexual assault.

Lu Weidong picked up a ladle, filled it with hot water, and slowly poured it down her shoulders.

"I'll wash your back."

As he spoke, he took the soap and lathered it in his palm, then gently placed his large hand on her smooth back.

Those hands were large enough to completely embrace Ye Wenxi's clenched fists.

His palms, calloused from years of training, felt exceptionally distinct against her delicate skin.

Ye Wenxi was a little reserved and curled her body slightly forward.

In Lu Weidong's view, this was her body's subconscious resistance against him.

Although his breath was burning and his heart was pounding, Ye Wenxi was still ill, so he had to endure it no matter what.

He stopped moving, restraining his hand from wandering elsewhere.

After carefully massaging her entire back, I scooped up some warm water and rinsed her clean, ladle by ladle.

Then he placed the soap in her hand.

It's as if to say: You can handle the rest yourself.

Ye Wenxi looked at the soap in her hand: "..."

ha?

Is he really that honest?

Yeh Wen-hsi is a typical "talkative type" with a wild imagination; she dares to think and say anything.

But when it came to the actual practice, my body was stiffer than anyone else's.

A typical online warrior, a coward offline.

Even this cowardly woman is still a woman.

Women all have their own double standards:

I can refuse, but you can't not try.

If you really don't try, it's as if you're saying—I'm not attractive enough.

Ye Wenxi felt a strange competitive urge at that moment.

I want to have a "sparring" with him.

She reached out her hand behind her: "Help me up."

"Huh?" Lu Weidong was taken aback, his head buzzing.

Ye Wenxi stood up with his help, her body slightly turned to the side, half-concealing herself.

Lu Weidong abruptly turned his face away.

He grabbed a ladle, filled it with cold water, and poured it over his head.

Immediately afterwards, he stood to the side and took a cold shower, but he carefully avoided the wound on his arm.

Ye Wenxi almost cried out in surprise, but she managed to hold it in.

People like them have been doing field training for years; what kind of hardship haven't they endured?

It's just a bucket of cold water, it should be fine.

A smug smile crept across her lips as she picked up the soap and slowly began to lather it on her body.

White foam gradually covered her entire body, and her fingers moved slowly and deliberately, kneading and rubbing.

Lu Weidong listened to the subtle, slippery sounds coming from behind him, the sound of water washing.

He was breathing heavily, his whole body was trembling, and a distinct redness had appeared on his skin from his ears to his neck and even his chest.

Lu Weidong knew perfectly well that Ye Wenxi was deliberately teasing him.

It seems I've teased her too much lately, and today she saw my restraint and was determined to retaliate.

Lu Weidong's lips curled into an almost sinister smile.

He immediately took off his already soaking wet shorts and tossed them aside.

Ye Wenxi instinctively wanted to exclaim, but saw that he was still facing away from her, bending over the tap, rinsing his body with cold water.

She swallowed back the sound of embarrassment and annoyance.

Are you trying to outdo me?

Okay, whoever dodges first loses.

Ye Wenxi slowly moved behind him, unable to suppress the smile on her lips.

She mimicked his tone from before and said softly, "I'll wash your back."

As she spoke, her soft hands gently covered his broad back.

With foam on my fingertips, I slowly and gently rubbed it in.

Lu Weidong clenched his fists instantly, his knuckles turning white, and his breathing became heavy, like a bellows.

He suddenly turned around, grabbed her waist, and slammed her against the cold tile wall.

Ye Wenxi felt as if she had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. Before she could react, those burning, aggressive eyes were already right in front of her.

He was breathing heavily, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.

"Ye Wenxi! You did this on purpose, didn't you? You...you'll regret it."

Ye Wenxi, unlike her usual shy and resistant demeanor, stiffened her neck, stretched out her arms, and wrapped them around his neck.

"It was intentional," she said softly, but with a hint of provocation. "What can you do about it? I'm already like this, what can you do..."

Lu Weidong didn't let her continue.

He leaned down and kissed her lips, a deep and urgent kiss, his tongue prying open her teeth and penetrating deep inside.

"Um... it's contagious..." Ye Wenxi was still worried about her cold and afraid of infecting him.

But he didn't give her a chance to be distracted, kissing her even deeper and more passionately.

Ye Wenxi's last struggle melted away.

She knew she had fallen in love with him, and at that moment she looked up and responded passionately.

Lu Weidong's hands continued to knead her soft body, the rough calluses on his palms scraping against her delicate skin, arousing waves of shivers.

She couldn't help but let out soft moans.

Lu Weidong, panting heavily, looked at the dazed look in the eyes of the person in his arms, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse and deep:

"Didn't you want to know what I could do?"

Ye Wenxi's heart skipped a beat, and he cried out in alarm, "Oh no! He's going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Weidong had already leaned down and enveloped him in his hot breath.

Greedily savoring this sweetness...