Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Chapter 62 Sleeping Together?

"Jingwei, I like… " She likes…? Jingwei's eyes widen and he sucks in a deep breath, waiting for Xue Ning to continue.

"Potatoes… the turtle is a thief… my rice…" Xue Ning mumbles.

Huh?

Jingwei stares at Xue Ning, but Xue Ning continues to mumble nonsense. "The potatoes are blue… harvest…"

Oh my god. Who knew his adorable Xue Ning had the hilarious habit of talking nonsense in her sleep!

"Yes, relax, I've harvested the potatoes, Your Majesty," He whispers in her ear, stifling his laughter at her response.

"Catch the horse…"

Now there were horses? Xue Ning must be having a hell of a dream. Jingwei shakes his head. He was initially disappointed that Xue Ning didn't continue her statement of what she liked, but then he realised that her mentioning him meant that he was in her dreams!

He successfully made a big enough impression that he was in her dreams!

That was stellar progress! Sure, there were most probably a lot of women who dreamt about him, but none of them really got to know him as a real person.

When it comes to Xue Ning, even if her dream involved was nonsensical enough to include thieving turtles, blue potatoes and missing horses, he'll still be ridiculously glad he's part of it.

His night-time plans have been derailed though, so now he has to restrategize.

Initially, when they settled down to watch the movie, Jingwei was watching Xue Ning from the corner of his eyes, cataloguing her reactions and hoping for the right time to put an arm around her shoulder.

At first, she was interested, but as the movie went on, all the interest in the world couldn't hold her eyelids open. They slowly drifted shut. Jingwei wanted to deliver a teasing comment to wake her up, but then her head dropped onto his shoulder and he froze in shock, words stuck in his throat.

He had gingerly wrapped an arm around her sleeping back, but she did not stir. Even gently patting and shaking her did not work.

"Ah, what am I going to do with you?" Jingwei asks rhetorically. He couldn't leave Xue Ning to  sleep on the loveseat, she'll develop muscle aches the next day.

"Don't punch me for this when you wake up okay?" He asks, before easily picking up Xue Ning in a bridal carry. "God, you're not really heavy, you need to eat more."

Xue Ning lets out a snore in reply.

He slowly made his way out of the theatre, rapidly shushing the random staff he passed on the way to her room. If they kept on calling him 'Young Master Sun' in that high-pitched tone of shock, Xue Ning was going to wake up! And then he wouldn't be able to carry her in his arms anymore.

The staff got the memo, but that did not stop them from gawking at the sight of their Young Master carefully cradling a woman in his arms as she slept on, oblivious. Even if his friends and other women had fallen asleep, Jingwei usually just called the servants over to deal with it, or simply left them on the floor depending on how much he liked them.

To personally carry her for that long of a distance between the theatre and the rooms… the staff were already hearing wedding bells in their heads.

Jingwei was oblivious to the thoughts of his mansion staff, he had finally arrived in front of the room, only to realise he can't open it with his hands full.

"Let me," Lady Yu's voice came from behind him, giving him a good scare as she opened the door.

"Lady Yu, aren't you supposed to be sleeping by now?" Jingwei asks quietly, after his heart stopped trying to jump out of his chest.

"I wasn't going to miss this," is Lady Yu's whispered reply, and her lips shift into a smile more commonly seen in matchmaking aunties. "I didn't believe it when Si Qing told me you were carrying her personally, so I had to take a look for myself."

Jingwei has no reply to that.

"Well, don't just stand there like a statue," Lady Yu chides gently, pulling back the canopy curtains and fluffing up the pillows with practised motions. "Put her down and tuck her in."

Jingwei nods, grateful for the extra help. If he had dropped Xue Ning once, she would have woken up, and he would have gone to meet his mother in heaven, and then she would scold him for dropping her.

There is only one problem. Xue Ning's arms had latched around him when he was carrying her to her room, as though he was her favourite pillow, and she now refused to budge.

He gives Lady Yu a pleading look. Lady Yu stares back at him.

"Help?"

"Just get into bed with her," Lady Yu replies.

"Excuse me?" A loud squawk nearly escapes Jingwei's throat, before he squashed it down.

"The bed is big enough, so just share the bed," Lady Yu explains. It was technically true, but at the same time it was so surprising to hear such words come out of Lady Yu's mouth that he didn't know how to react.

Lady Yu had always been a huge stickler for propriety, and she had always hated all the other girls he brought home. She didn't even like Zhou Yu, and she was his ex-fiancee, a honoured guest!

For her to say such things, she must like Xue Ning well enough.

"Okay, but if she punches me tomorrow, I'm telling her you told me to do it," Jingwei mutters jokingly. Lady Yu smiles as Jingwei slowly gets on the bed, with Xue Ning still snoring blissfully in his arms.

"Fair enough," Lady Yu says agreeably. "Meanwhile, I would like to remind you that I have replenished the stock of condoms in the drawer. Please use them if necessary." Lady Yu then turns off the lights, uncaring of the minor bomb she just dropped on her Young Master.

"Wait - condoms?" Jingwei croaks out weakly. Now Xue Ning's legs were also wrapped around him, dangerously close to his family jewels.

"Goodnight Young Master Sun," Lady Yu says, smiling indulgently at the panicked look on Jingwei's face. "May you have sweet dreams."