At the military's group wedding, my best friend and I swapped husbands.

Chapter 77 A Surge of Passion

"Alright!" Lin Weiwei picked up her small cloth bag containing charcoal and chalk scraps, then waved to Bai Rongbei, "Commander Bai, you guys enjoy your meal!"

The door closed, leaving only Bai Rongbei and Su Wanwan inside.

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In the neighboring courtyard, Bai Si'an pushed open the door and led Lin Weiwei into the house.

After the courtyard was allocated to them, Lin Weiwei only tidied it up simply and made a bed; she hadn't had time to buy anything else.

The walls were bare, and the floor was empty, with only a bed, an old table, and two stools.

"Look, isn't it quite empty?" Bai Si'an said, pointing to the wall.

Lin Weiwei looked around and nodded: "There's enough space. But that's perfect, blank paper is great for drawing!"

She put down her cloth bag, rubbed her hands together, and began to think: "I can paint a distant mountain on this wall... a stream over here... and a few bamboo stalks by the bedside..."

As she spoke, she turned to grab some charcoal, but bumped into a solid chest.

Bai Si'an had somehow appeared behind her, standing very close.

Lin Weiwei was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

Only a kerosene lamp was lit in the room, casting a dim, yellowish light that made his eyes behind his glasses appear somewhat dark.

"What's wrong?" Lin Weiwei asked.

Bai Si'an didn't say anything, but simply held her hand and pulled her to his right shoulder.

Through the shirt fabric, you could feel the outline of the bandage underneath.

"Can you take a look at this for me?" he said in a low voice. "The wound is a little itchy. Can you check if it's healing?"

Lin Weiwei, without suspecting anything, immediately became serious: "Let me see!"

She reached out to unbutton his shirt.

The movements were very natural, just like when I changed his dressing before.

Two buttons were undone, revealing white bandages underneath. Lin Weiwei leaned closer to examine them closely, gently pressing the edge with her fingers: "It's healing quite well. The itching is probably just the wound healing, it's normal..."

Before she could finish speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Bai Si'an grabbed her hand, raised it above his head, and pressed it against the wall.

Lin Weiwei was startled and stared at him with wide eyes: "What are you doing?"

Bai Si'an took off his glasses with his other hand and casually placed them on the table next to him.

Without the lenses obscuring his eyes, they appeared exceptionally dark, swirling with the familiar, burning emotions she knew so well.

He didn't answer, but instead lowered his head and kissed her.

The kiss was urgent and fierce, with an irresistible force.

Lin Weiwei was pinned against the wall by him, the back of her head against the cold wall, and his burning hot body in front of her.

My lips and teeth were pried open, my breath was stolen, and my mind quickly became a jumbled mess.

She tried to struggle at first, but he held her wrist firmly and she couldn't move at all.

Moreover... his kiss was too intense, filled with a long-suppressed urgency, which made her legs go weak.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bai Si'an finally released her lips, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing heavy.

Lin Weiwei was panting, her face burning hot, and she muttered, "Bai Si'an, you...you're doing it again! Didn't we agree to draw? You lied to me?"

"Draw," Bai Si'an said in a hoarse voice, his lips close to her earlobe, "Draw later."

As he spoke, another kiss landed, this time tracing down her neck, his teeth gently nibbling at the skin of her collarbone.

Lin Weiwei trembled all over as that familiar, tingling sensation surged up again.

She didn't really want to refuse.

She just felt that this man was too good at flirting, always catching her off guard.

"You...you don't bite..." Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry that she herself didn't realize.

Bai Si'an paused, then looked up at her.

The yellow glow of the kerosene lamp illuminated her flushed face. Her eyes were watery, her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses, and she was breathing heavily, her mouth slightly open.

His throat bobbed, he released his grip on her wrist, instead wrapped his arms around her waist, picked her up, and strode to the bedside to put her down.

The bed was made by Lin Weiwei before; the bedding was clean and even had a slight sun-dried smell.

Lin Weiwei sank into the soft mattress, watching Bai Si'an lean down and press down on her, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her chest.

"Bai Si'an..." she called his name, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mmm," Bai Si'an responded, his fingers slipping under the hem of her shirt, his palm resting on the skin of her waist.

His palms were warm and calloused, and as they rubbed against her delicate skin, they sent shivers down her spine.

Lin Weiwei closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She could feel his kisses landing on her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her lips... and then moving downwards.

As the shirt buttons were undone one by one, the cool air touched her skin, causing small goosebumps to rise on her skin.

Bai Si'an moved slowly and carefully, as if handling some fragile treasure.

But his breathing became heavier and heavier, spraying onto her neck and chest, burning her skin until it turned red.

Lin Weiwei actually didn't have much experience.

Before transmigrating into the book, she drew color comics, had a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but zero practical experience.

After transmigrating into the book, she had a few encounters with Bai Si'an, but they weren't particularly close.

Being treated like this by him made her feel dizzy and her body felt like it wasn't her own, limp as a puddle of water.

"Weiwei..." Bai Si'an called her, his voice hoarse.

Lin Wei opened her eyes slightly and met his unfathomable gaze.

The light from the kerosene lamp danced above his head, making the beads of sweat on his forehead glisten.

He was on top of her, his shirt off, revealing his muscular chest and his right shoulder wrapped in bandages.

The muscle lines are taut due to restraint, making them appear exceptionally clear.

As Lin Weiwei watched, she suddenly reached out and gently touched the edge of his bandage.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

Bai Si'an grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest: "It hurts more here."

Beneath my palm, I could feel his heart pounding, each beat rapid and heavy.

Lin Weiwei blushed even more and looked away, saying, "You...you shouldn't say such cheesy things..."

Bai Si'an chuckled softly, lowered his head and kissed her lips, silencing all her complaints.

The kiss was much gentler, with a soothing tone. But his hands didn't stop; instead, they went even deeper.

Lin Weiwei felt hot all over from his teasing, and her hands unconsciously climbed up his neck, her fingertips digging into his sweaty hair.

My body became increasingly limp, and my consciousness became increasingly blurred.

She could feel his fingers tracing her body, igniting sparks all over her.

The flames made her mouth dry and made her want to arch her back, wanting to get closer to him.

"Bai Si'an..." she called his name breathlessly, her voice filled with a longing she herself was unaware of.

"I'm here," Bai Si'an responded, his kisses traveling down her chest...

Lin Weiwei tensed up abruptly, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly.

A strange, intense pleasure surged up like a tide, overwhelming her last shred of reason.

She bit her lip, but a soft sob still escaped her lips.

Bai Si'an looked up at her flushed face and dazed eyes, her breathing heavy.

He reached out and brushed the sweat-dampened stray hairs from her face, his voice hoarse: "Is it alright?"

Lin Weiwei looked at him, at her own reflection in his eyes, and at the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

She nodded gently, then closed her eyes and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Having received permission, Bai Si'an's last bit of restraint dissipated.

He carefully avoided the injury on his right shoulder.

Lin Weiwei gasped in pain, her fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

Bai Si'an stopped, lowered his head, and kissed her...

His kiss was gentle and soothing.

Lin Weiwei was swept along by him, rising and falling in the tide of passion. Her body was like a small boat, tossed up and down by the waves.

Pleasure accumulates, layer upon layer, until it explodes at a certain critical point.

A flash of white light appeared before her eyes, and she felt as if she had been thrown into the clouds, then gently plummeted back down.

Bai Si'an groaned and lay on top of her, breathing heavily.

The room fell silent, with only the sound of their intermittent breathing and the faint crackling of the burning kerosene lamp wick.

After a while, Bai Si'an finally sat up, carefully rolled over to lie down on the side, and pulled Lin Weiwei into his arms.

Lin Weiwei was covered in sweat and felt sticky, but she was too lazy to move.

She lay on Bai Si'an's chest, listening to his still rapid heartbeat, her mind still a little dazed.

That's it... done?

She secretly glanced at him.

Bai Si'an closed his eyes, his chest heaving, his forehead covered in sweat, a few drops sliding down his jawline and dripping onto the pillow.

Lin Weiwei reached out and gently wiped the sweat from his chin with her fingertips.

Bai Si'an opened his eyes, grabbed her hand, and kissed it.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice still hoarse from the exertion.

Lin Weiwei shook her head, then nodded: "Tired... but also not tired..."

She spoke incoherently, but Bai Si'an understood her, chuckled softly, and hugged her even tighter.

(It's my birthday today, so I'm updating early~ Hehehe~~)