บท 201: Bathtime Pt 3 [R18]

Jingwei was pretty generous with his time and money, but the thought of sharing Xue Ning, letting other people feast their eyes on her cute little face scrunched up in pleasure, her breasts heaving in exertion, the her swollen juncture between her legs and her delicious thighs sent an ugly possessive rage through his veins. 

He refused to let other men, even men who had been sworn to ensure his safety, men whose jobs were to shield him from bullets with their own bodies, witness this heavenly sight in his arms. 

Meanwhile Xue Ning cried out in breathless gasps as Jingwei's fingers didn't stop their exquisite torment. In no time at all, she felt herself coming on his fingers with a loud moan, slumped against his body as tension drained out of her. 

Jingwei didn't let her slip; he cradled her with the warmth of his body, tucking her close. 

"How are you feeling?" Jingwei asked as he cuddled her. "Good I hope?"