Chapter 146 Your Shower, My Torture

"So that I can take a shower?" Xue Ning replied in confusion. "I'm not wearing clothes in the shower. You didn't wear clothes in the bath either."

Xue Ning then stared at him like he was the crazy one, as she shucked off the last of her clothing to walk into the shower stall.

Unfortunately for Jingwei's sanity, the panel of frosted glass segregating the different areas wasn't opaque, and Jingwei could still see the faint outlines of Xue Ning's body as she turned on the shower head, tilted her head up and let the water rain all over her.

Now that he got a brief look at how her body actually looked, it wasn't difficult for his mind to supplement the image with the one floating in his mind.

He had already seen Xue Ning clad in sexy lingerie, he should have known what to expect, but he was still left tongue-tied and weak in the knees at the brief sight of her figure in the nude.

Xue Ning had a pair of full breasts that bounced slightly when she moved. They were still perky even without support. His fingers itched, longing to hold them. Her nipples were soft pink nubs that perked up in the cold of the bathroom, and they just begged for his mouth's attention.

He salivated at the thought of being able to play with and suck on those nubs, eliciting sweet moans from Xue Ning's lips.

He wanted to pinch the dip of her waist and palm the curve of her hips, squeeze the swell of her ass. He already got a brief feel when she wrapped those thick thighs of his around his waist, and Jingwei had been confused, yet dizzy with elation at her actions.

It turned out that Xue Ning was just doing that to distract the corrupt police officers. It was a fantastic plan, but things went downhill anyway, and here they were now.

Xue Ning, showering naked barely two feet away while Jingwei could only wait by the side and wonder about how it would feel to part those delicious thighs and taste the sweetness between the legs.

Jingwei felt his cock harden and he could only despair at his lower half. This was not the right time! Xue Ning just stabbed a man twice on his behalf, and she was low-key having a panic attack!

Jingwei wanted her to get cleaned up, because it would make her feel better. When he felt upset, a hot shower and a warm bath always helped. It wasn't because he was using this chance to see her naked!

He couldn't take advantage of her nakedness. He wasn't that bastard Ya Ren, who slashed at her clothes and pawed at her while threatening her with a weapon.

Everytime Jingwei remembered it, his blood boiled with rage.

Meanwhile, Xue Ning didn't really care about Jingwei's internal angst. If she did, she wouldn't have let out a loud moan that echoed in the quiet bathroom.

Jingwei's pants immediately tightened. The rage he felt at Ya Ren dissipated as quickly as it came to make room for unbridled lust and longing.

'Get yourself under control,' he scolded himself. 'You are a man, not an animal.'

Xue Ning, as though she heard his inner dilemma and decided life wasn't hard enough, let out another moan in satisfaction. She loved the feeling of hot water on her skin, rinsing away the grime and blood, and not because of any perverted reason Jingwei thought of.

Xue Ning initially wanted to strip and slide into the bath, but the thought of sitting in a bath with water that would steadily grow reddish-pink grew less appealing with each passing second.

So at the last minute, she entered the shower areas instead! She didn't expect Jingwei to return so quickly in time to see her in her naked glory, but at this point in time, getting clean took priority over whatever modesty she had.

Let Sun Jingwei look, she thought to herself. If he didn't like her body type or didn't find her attractive, it would be better for both of them to find out now, rather than at night, in his bed.

If he saw her naked in bed and promptly slid off and decided to sleep in the living room with the bodyguards, the embarrassment and shame would have destroyed Xue Ning, and she might murder him to cope.

Which would be bad, because she would miss him, and not because he paid her well.

Water in the shower stall began to turn red as it swirled down the drain, and Xue Ning felt the panicked fog surrounding her mind slowly lifting. Her hands were still feeling numb, and her heart was still racing, but at least she wouldn't be smelling like a butchery.

She undid the cap of the shower gel and took a careful whiff. The mild sweet scent of vanilla hit her nostrils, and she relaxed further. She poured a generous amount on her hand and began to lather up, rubbing soap suds all over her body.

Finally she was going to get clean! She repeatedly scrubbed herself, almost hard enough to hurt. Ya Ren had gotten so close to her - she wanted to erase all traces of him on her.

His breath on her skin, even his dead skin cells he had shed on her as his hands touched her had to be eradicated from this world.

She was so intent on her task, she forgot that Jingwei was still in the bathroom, and he had a pretty good view of everything she was doing. When Xue Ning's soapy hands rubbed all over her body, Jingwei could only think about how he wanted to be the one to wash her clean.

She wouldn't need to lift a single finger - he would be willing to expend all effort to dig into every nook and cranny to ensure she was completely clean.

Then he scolded himself for being a pervert and turned around to stare at the blank wall, willing his thoughts to calm down. Now that he couldn't see her, he expected his lust to abate, but clearly he underestimated his own body!

He shut his eyes, only for his ears to overcompensate for the loss in sight. His hearing began kicking into overdrive.

As Xue Ning washed herself, Jingwei could hear the slide of soap on her body, the pitter-patter of water on her skin, the sound of skin on skin contact, and the soft, quiet moan of satisfaction as Xue Ning finished rinsing her body.

It was torture.

Xue Ning of course had no clue that she was destroying Jingwei's sanity and self-control with every satisfied sound from her lips.

But after she finished scrubbing and rinsing her body, Xue Ning realised she had a problem when she began to wash her hair. She frowned as her fingers caught on the stubborn tangles, feeling the sharp bobby pins dig into her fingers.

Lady Su Yan had styled her hair with multiple pins and product, and in her haste to enter the showers, she forgot to remove them - and she couldn't even see them, because they were at the back of her head.

"Jingwei," she called out.

"What? Do you need your clothes or a towel?" Jingwei replied quickly, his voice uneven, as though he was a butler left standing for too long.

"I need you."