Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Meanwhile Xue Ning hurried to the communal bathroom to take a quick warm shower. Not only had it been a long day, she needed something to do to take her mind off Sun Jingwei and his back muscles and his stupidly attractive face.

As she washed herself with soap, thoughts of Sun Jingwei's skilled hands drifted in her mind. His hands were like hers now, covered with soap suds. It wasn't difficult to imagine his hands on her instead, roaming all over her body. Knowing him, he'd make sure to caress every inch of her skin, claiming that he was helping her wash.

She felt the stirrings of arousal form in her body, and the juncture between her legs grew warmer.

No. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She wasn't lusting for Sun Jingwei, the biggest playboy in Shanghai!

To snap herself out of this strange stupor, Xue Ning turned the temperature dial, immediately blasting herself with icy cold water. She hastily stifled a yelp, but the spray had the intended effect.

"Xue Ning, are you okay?" She heard Jingwei's concerned voice from outside. "I heard you yell."

"I'm fine! Don't worry!" She insisted hurriedly. "Are the dishes done?"

"Yeah they are! I'll take my own bath now!" He yelled back.

Ah yes, his bath with his lube. Xue Ning turned on the shower head and blasted herself with yet another icy spray. Once she calmed herself down enough, she washed her hair and exited the bathroom, dressed in an overly large T-shirt that hung around her mid-thigh and a pair of sleeping shorts.

The guest room didn't have a hair dryer. Perhaps it was in Jingwei's room, seeing that he was the only occupant. Without thinking twice, she walked into his room, expecting him to be safely tucked away in his own bathroom.

She didn't recall seeing a hairdryer when she entered the previous time, but then again, she was too focused on the Epi-pen.

Maybe it was near the bathroom.

She turned around, only to get an eyeful of Jingwei lounging in his bathtub like a king, his eyes closed in bliss as he let out a moan.

She froze.

She did not want to know what he was thinking of at that moment, but before she could flee, he opened his eyes!

It was hard to tell who shrieked louder, but Xue Ning would put her money on Jingwei, who accidentally caused a sizable amount of bathwater to slosh out of the bathtub in his panic.

"Xue Ning! What are you doing here!" Jingwei yelled.

"Oh my god! Why didn't you close the door!" Xue Ning yelled in return, half-covering her eyes. However, her traitorous fingers couldn't help but let her eyes roam over his wet figure.

"Go close it!"

Jingwei made a move to get up, water glistening from his skin, running down the lines of his abs and  -

"Nevermind! I'll close it!" Xue Ning said hastily, looking away until she was sure that he sat back down from the tub.

She hurriedly slammed the door shut with a loud bang, hence she didn't hear the shocked gasp Jingwei gave at her attire.

A men's shirt with sleep shorts. He had seen her wear something similar before, but seeing her pale milky thighs and her revealed collarbones, along with the way the slightly wet shirt clung to her curves thanks to her wet hair…

It was making his heart beat in double time. Another part of him also sprung back to attention.

Luckily Xue Ning hadn't taken a closer look at him in the bathtub. He didn't have a bubble bath, so there was nothing obscuring his dick from her view.

Well. He stared at his lube bottle. Guess it was just him and his right hand again. Hopefully he'll have another helping hand soon.

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"So why were you in my room?" Jingwei asked afterwards, when he was completely clothed. Both of them sat on the couch in the living room, and Jingwei was idly surfing the TV channels for something to watch before bed.

"I was looking for a hair dryer." Xue Ning said awkwardly. "I've searched around the whole house, and there isn't one."

"Oh shit, you're right." Jingwei said, pausing in surprise, feeling guilty for not thinking ahead. "I don't have one. I'll place an order for one now so we'll get it tomorrow."

"Thanks?" She said bemusedly. "But how can you not have a hairdryer? Do you never dry your hair?"

"Why would I? My hair is short and a towel is enough."

"And no one else needs to use a hairdryer?" She found that hard to believe. Surely one of his hookups must have needed to shower and bathe after staying the night. They can't be that unhygienic to sleep just like that … right?

She repressed a shudder at the thought.

('They might have even done it in the tub!' Her mind helpfully added. After all, it was big enough to fit two people.)

"Xue Ning, I invited no one else to this apartment before you." Jingwei said simply. "So there's no need for a hairdryer."

"You must be joking," Xue Ning said disbelievingly. "What about the hordes of women you used to sleep with?"

"I usually end up at a hotel, or back at their place," Jingwei replied, shrugging. "My mom's portrait is here, so I don't want any strangers coming over."

His mom probably won't be happy with many of his life decisions. But at least he would have that in common with her.

Maybe she would approve of Xue Ning, even if his father didn't.

"Ah." Xue Ning said, her eyes going back to the painting of Jingwei's mother. She seemed to be staring at them in amusement. "You look like her."

"Really? I heard that I look more like my father though."

She took a careful look at his face, then back at the portrait.

"No. You look more like her, especially when you smile." She said after thinking about it. And Jingwei did smile a lot when he was around her.

"Thanks," Jingwei said, pleased. He settled for a news channel, but then regretted his decision the moment the newscaster opened his mouth.

"As reported earlier, multi-billionaire Sun Haowei's second son, Sun Jingwei, will be holding a press conference - "

Jingwei immediately changed the channel.

"Are you nervous?"