Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Needless to say, Sun Jingwei did not have sweet dreams. How was he supposed to fall asleep like this?

He laid awake for a long time despite his exhaustion, watching Xue Ning snore as she wrapped her limbs around his body like a particularly amorous octopus. The room was dark, but he could still faintly make out her features as she slept.

His heart was beating a mile a minute, and he made yet another attempt to extricate himself from her tight hold. If they woke up in this position, Xue Ning was going to kill him in the morning, no questions asked!

Xue Ning let out a displeased grumble in her sleep and clung on tighter, burying her face in his chest.

Well, that plan was a failure. He takes a deep breath, and regrets it when he smells a sweet scent permeating his nostrils.

Xue Ning’s scent was dangerously addictive, yet soothing. He couldn’t resist the urge to take another whiff of her hair.

Oh, he was in trouble. Her scent, paired with the close body contact, along with his not-so-repressed, less-than-platonic feelings for her had resulted in the awakening of his lower half. He makes another attempt to escape, but Xue Ning flings a thigh across his crotch and presses on it.

He barely stops himself from moaning out loud. Desperate times called for desperate solutions! He began to think about the least arousing things in the universe: his father’s naked body, his grandparents doing it, the fucked up stuff he found on his ex-friend’s laptop…

Well. It worked too well. Not only was his boner completely dead, he now also felt his insides grow cold as fear began to creep in.

Were his father and brother right about the remnants of the Wu family being responsible? Or was Shangjing – no, it was impossible that he was alive after the accident.

He chanced a quick look at Xue Ning, who was still snoring, blissfully oblivious. Eventually he would have to tell her the full truth about everything.

Hopefully, she’ll still let him stay in her life after he does.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Sleep doesn’t come easy, but it eventually claims him.

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THE NEXT MORNING

Xue Ning’s stomach gives a loud grumble, hunger pangs a more effective wake-up call than any alarm clock. She stirs blearily, still not really wanting to get up, because the bed was soft and warm , and her pillow smelled really nice too, it was moving – wait.

She opens her eyes in alarm, only to be greeted with Sun Jingwei’s sleeping face. She barely manages to stop herself from screaming in shock.

Ignoring the panicked screaming in her mind, she instead takes a careful look at herself. Okay. Her clothes were still on her body, underneath the duvet. Sun Jingwei was also fully clothed, even if his T-shirt had ridden up sometime during the night to reveal a glorious six pack that made her mouth dry, as well as a trail of hair that was leading down to a spectacular tent in his pants.

Xue Ning hurriedly tore her eyes away. It doesn’t mean anything. Men pop boners all the time for no good reason. Her male classmates back in school suffered the same problem, leading to ridiculous amounts of teasing.

Focus on yourself! She scolds.

She cautiously takes note of her own body; she didn’t feel any different – there wasn’t any strange soreness that wasn’t caused by last night’s injury.

Actually, she felt incredibly well-rested. She had not slept this well in a long while. Sleeping in Sun Jingwei’s arms had made her feel safe and adored and well-taken care of. This realisation made her want to bury her face in the bedsheets and never reappear.

This can’t be happening to her! She can’t be catching feelings for him after a good night’s rest! He’s just a good pillow, she rationalises to herself. A good, warm, ridiculously handsome pillow that also smelled really nice!

Beside her, Jingwei remained peacefully asleep, arms loosely wrapped around her in an embrace as though she’s his pillow, his face dangerously close to burying itself in her boobs. She gingerly tried to push his arms aside, but he simply tightened his hold with a pleased murmur. She then tried to move her legs, only to end up brushing against his hard cock.

Jingwei moaned. She froze.

What was the protocol for getting out of such a situation? Xue Ning had never spent the night in bed with another man, even platonically, so she had no clue. Should she just pretend that nothing happened and go back to sleep? Ignore his morning wood, hoping that he’d wake up first and then leave the bed?

How could she go back to sleep knowing that there might be something of his poking her?!

Her stomach gave another displeased grumble, adding to the protest.

Decision made, she steeled herself, smacking his chest with one hand.

Jingwei let out an impressive groan, but he still didn’t wake. Instead he rolled her over, pinning her down with his bulk and nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his arms wrapped around her body, a hand on her chest.

Heat bloomed inside her at their new position.

“Oi, Jingwei…Jingwei, wake up! I want to eat breakfast!” Xue Ning yelled, trying to wake him up.

“Bwuh?” Jingwei murmured, still half-sleep. “5 more minutes…”

He then buried his face in her neck.

She eyed his ear. Should she bite – no, she decides on something more evil.

Xue Ning heartlessly twisted his ear. “Wake up!”

“Ouch!” Jingwei screamed, now forced awake and ready to fling his pillow at whoever was responsible. “Stop that you – oh, it’s you. Good morning!”

He beamed up at her, his tone suddenly went from angry to doting so fast it gave Xue Ning whiplash.

“Yes, were you expecting to wake up with someone else?” Xue Ning asked sarcastically. If he said yes, he’s not going to wake up again.

“Of course not, especially not when you were the one that wanted to sleep with me in the first place!” Jingwei replied easily, grinning impishly.

<strong>WHAT.</strong>