Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Now that she was left alone, Xue Ning took her time looking around the gigantic room the Sun family had so kindly provided her to stay in. First things first, she hurriedly pulls the curtains to give herself some privacy. It’s unlikely that someone could spy on her with the mansion’s security, but better safe than sorry.

The room strangely also had two doors inside it. One led to the bathroom. Xue Ning assumed the other would lead to a storage room, but she wasn’t going to explore it now, when there was a nice warm shower waiting for her!  She switches on the lights to the bathroom, bathing it in a gentle yellow glow. There was a huge marble bathtub, which wasn’t too surprising.

What was surprising was the fact that it already had a bubble bath in it, and there were rose petals in the water, their sweet scent enveloping the bathroom.

Did Jingwei have this prepared for her in advance? That was… nice of him. She’s not going to think about the red petals arranged in the shape of a heart. Nope.

She decides to shower first to wash herself clean before even stepping into the rose bath. It would be a crime to dirty the water like that.

She undresses herself, making sure to take out her phone and house keys from Jingwei’s suit jacket and puts them next to the sink for safekeeping. She then slowly undoes the bandages to make sure she gets a complete wash. Even if it hurts, she’s not missing this chance for a full body hot shower and bath! She then stood under a refreshingly hot shower, gently scrubbing herself free of grime before entering the bath.

Xue Ning lets out a hiss as she slowly lowers herself in the bath, her muscles enjoying the warmth even as her skin screams for relief. She then leans against the bathtub – it was so big, it seemed to be made for two people to bathe in.

Suddenly she had a mental image of sharing the bathtub with Jingwei, her reclining to rest her weary back on his chest as he hugged and –

She quickly dunks her head into the water to snap herself out of it.

‘Don’t be weird and ridiculous just because he’s nice to you,’ she scolds herself. They belong in different worlds, and she should know that better now, because she’s lounging in a toilet larger than her living room.

She stayed in the bath until the skin on her fingers shrivelled like prunes, before reluctantly getting out and wrapping herself in one of the thick fluffy bath towels.

Idly humming a cheerful tune, she hopes there are some T-shirts in the cupboard, only for her to trail off awkwardly when she meets Sun Jingwei’s equally surprised eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!” She screams in shock, holding onto her towel.

“I live here? This is also my room!” Jingwei protests. Technically, this was his house, and he could go anywhere he wanted. It was just sheer coincidence that he ended up in this room because he wanted to use the big bath. Instead he stumbled onto Xue Ning, smelling like a garden of roses, with her skin baby pink with the steam from the bath, her eyes wide with surprise.

She only had a towel on. Jingwei gulped and tore his eyes away from her figure with herculean effort, willing himself to not pop a boner. There would be a time and place for it later, and it’s not when Xue Ning looks like she wants to murder him for tresspassing.

“No that cannot be! Lady Yu led me to this room!” Xue Ning retorts, before pointing an angry finger at the door, her other hand on her towel for added security. “OUT. I need to change!”

Jingwei pauses, realisation dawning on his face.

“Alright, going now, keep your towel on,” he says, but instead of going out the front door, he merely exits from another door in the room. Xue Ning blinks in surprise. So that extra door didn’t lead to a storage room like she’d expected. Instead, it led to another room.

She locks that door and opens the cupboard, looking for something suitable to wear.

“Oh my god! Who wears this!” Xue Ning hissed to herself as she pulled out lingerie after lingerie from the cupboard, despairing. “Why are there no normal T-shirts here?”

Did Lady Yu put her in the room meant for Sun Jingwei’s one-night-stands? She wanted to call Lady Yu, but the thought of bothering her at such a late hour stilled her hand. She wasn’t going to be that asshole.

Reluctantly, she put on the silk panties and matching bra, before deciding to knock on the door Sun Jingwei passed through.

“What is it?” Sun Jingwei’s voice asks cheerfully.

“Can I borrow a T-shirt and shorts to wear?” Xue Ning asks. “There’s nothing in my cupboard but lingerie.”

“Are you naked?” His voice asks in return. It sounded like he was choking on his tongue.

“No – I have a towel on,” she replies. “So can I borrow – “

There was a loud thump from the other end of the door, as though someone fell and knocked his head against the door.

“Hey!” She yells, concerned. She immediately unlocks the door to open it, fearing the worst.

Only to get an armful of wet, half-naked man flailing straight at her!

Unfortunately for her, she didn’t know that Sun Jingwei had merely slipped on the wet floor, distracted with the thoughts of her wrapped in a towel. He had slammed his head against the door, and that door was the only thing keeping him upright.

(Who knew Lady Yu was devious enough to do this to him! He didn’t create that much trouble for her in the past, did he?)

He internally screamed to himself, then he realised he was screaming out loud in surprise when the door opened.

He falls forward, hands windmilling in panic as he lands straight into Xue Ning’s panicked arms.

“Careful!” Xue Ning yells, and Jingwei grabs onto anything that could help steady him.

Good news: Xue Ning had managed to catch him in time, they both stumbled back, but didn’t fall on the floor.

Not-so-good news: The towel falls on the floor instead, heartlessly ripped away by Jingwei’s flailing hands. It lay sadly on the floor, a soldier fallen in the line of duty, the white of it a sharp contrast against the brown hardwood floor.

Jingwei stared at Xue Ning’s face, and then his eyes roved downwards, attention wholly captured by the enticing swell of her breasts in white silk.

He could have lived in that moment forever, with her body pressed so closely to his, their bare skin touching, their arms wrapped around each other.

Does Xue Ning feel the same way? He hopes so.

Not a second later, Xue Ning knees him in the balls.