Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

"Ouch…" Sun Jingwei wheezes, falling on the floor in a crumpled heap. "Xue Ning! What's that for!"

"For being a pervert!" Xue Ning yells as she hurriedly wraps herself back in the towel, her body boiling red from embarrassment, just like a cooked lobster. She had grabbed him on instinct to prevent him from cracking his head on the floor, but she didn't realise he was half-naked until he ended up in her arms.

And of course, he pulled away her towel, and ended up leering at her breasts. Thankfully she had the foresight to put on one of the sexy bras. If not, he would have seen everything, and Xue Ning would then be arrested for murdering the youngest Sun family member in his own room.

"It was an accident!" Jingwei whines pathetically on the floor. "I think you cut off the Sun family bloodline…"

"Your brother is still here, and your father isn't that old. I'm sure they'll manage!"

Jingwei makes a face of intense disgust from the floor. "Gross. Why do you make me think of my father reproducing?"

She makes a similar face, now that he brings it up. "You were the one spouting nonsense to begin with! Nevermind!"

She steps over his prone body to enter a new room. It turns out that the two rooms were connected through this one door, as though it was a hotel room for large families.

It was similar in design to hers, but she didn't care for room decor. She made a beeline for the closet.

"What are you doing?" Jingwei asks, clambering from the floor to stand right behind her, watching her as she digs through it for something she could wear.

All the clothes smelled like him, but she refused to think about how nice he smelt, and how his warm puff of exhaled air on her ear sent a thrilling heat through her own body.

"I'm borrowing your T-shirt and pants. Problem?" She states grouchily, flicking through an entire column of dress shirts. That man dared to cop a feel and had an eyeful of her in lingerie, lending her clothes was the least he could do!

"What colour do you want? Design? Fabric type?" Jingwei asks easily, like a trained salesman, his arms reaching over her head to help her find something to wear.

"Anything is fine, I just want a normal T-shirt and pants," Xue Ning grumbles, refusing to look at him or his defined arm muscles from the corner of her eye. She could still feel his warmth on her skin.

Jingwei shrugs and easily pulls out a soft black T-shirt along with a pair of boxer shorts.

"I have no pants that will fit you, but this should be fine? You seem to like black a lot." He asks hopefully, preparing to spring back, just in case Xue Ning decides to kick backwards and land another blow to his family jewels.

"Fine, thanks" Xue Ning says, snatching them from his hands. She scurries off into the bathroom, but not before Jingwei caught the lovely shade of pink still on her face. He makes sure to keep his face even, only laughing to himself when she enters the bathroom. Oh, how cute of her!

Meanwhile Xue Ning hurriedly put on the T-shirt he had given her. It was so soft and so large that it felt like she was swimming in a warm blanket, and she could detect a faint hint of his scent along the collar.

'Focus, he probably smells nice because of expensive detergent.' She tells herself, slapping her cheeks to snap herself out of the strange mood.

He was so much taller than her that the ends of his T-shirt reached her thighs. Which meant that she didn't need to wear his boxer shorts, even if they were clean. Xue Ning wasn't sure if she was ready for that level of intimacy. But to go without pants…

On second thought, she put them on anyway. What if she fell in front of Sun Jingwei?

She had enough of going pantless for one night, and she wasn't going to give anyone a free show.

Giving herself a quick look in the mirror, she nods, satisfied. There was no helping the dark circles under her eyes, the paleness of her lips and the faint scratches on her arms, but she's at least clean and dressed.

"Thanks," Xue Ning says gruffly after she leaves the bathroom. With more clothes on her body, she feels less embarrassed, more in control. "Sorry about kneeing you in the balls," she adds, because he was technically still her boss.

"You're not sorry!" Jingwei says, half-laughing as he puts on his own T-shirt. Good. Xue Ning doesn't have to be distracted by his muscles and his warm skin and the smell of his body.

"You don't have to lie to me." Jingwei adds, turning around to face her, blessedly clothed now, even if his hair was still damp like hers. He must have also taken a shower.

"In my defence, you did deserve it." She shrugs, wrapping the bath towel over her wet hair.

"I beg to differ, but the magnanimous me will not argue with you. I accept your apology." Jingwei says grandly. His smirk makes her want to punch him.

"Don't punch me!" He holds up his arms in surrender. "At least not until I bring supper to you."

"You?" Xue Ning asks, curious.

"Yeah, it's inconsiderate to make Madam Yu do it," he says with a matter-of-fact voice. "She's nearly 60, even if she doesn't look like it."

"That's kind of you," she says, meaning it. It was good to know that Sun Jingwei didn't treat his staff poorly. "But I can just go with you?"

"Nah, use this time to rest first," Jingwei says, cheerfully guiding her back into her room. "As my saviour, you're not to expend more effort than necessary! I'll make something for you to eat."

"Sure," Xue Ning says agreeably, before the rest his statement actually sinks in. "Wait, you cook?!"

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"Is something the matter, Young Master Jingwei?" Si Qing, the young maid on duty asks, panicking at the fervent look in her employer's eyes, and the way he was rifling through the cabinets for food.

"Nothing! I'll just make something for Xue Ning for supper before she goes to bed."

"Are you sure that's wise Young Master?" Si Qing asks hesitantly. He might give her diarrhoea, or worse, make a mess out of her kitchen. She didn't want to clean the kitchen late at night.

"Trust me on this, I'm a great cook!"

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