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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Taoist6GPenguin · Urban
Not enough ratings
347 Chs

A Kiss to Show What You’re Missing

Her mouth ran dry and she had to swallow more than once as she stared at him. He continued to bring their bodies closely together, so much so that her breasts were pressing against his chest, but he didn't make any additional moves. 

She had a feeling if she shoved him aside, he would have let her go. He would not have any hard feelings - he wouldn't claim she was leading him on and get angry. If he mentioned it again, he would instead make a joke about it, with no hard feelings.

Xue Ning wouldn't be called all sorts of names for refusing. 

Ironically, that's what made her nod in agreement. Jingwei respected her opinions and her decisions. He wouldn't hurt her. 

And objectively speaking, it was just one kiss. How good could he be at kissing? It wasn't as though he had two tongues. She rationalised to herself. It wasn't as though she was sleeping with him.