The blind boss's nanny

His Adam's apple bobbed silently, and his hands, clasped together on his knees, tightened slightly.

"Okay!"

Lin Xiaoman finished and looked at her "work" with satisfaction, then casually tidied up a stray black hair on his forehead.

Just as I was about to straighten up and retreat, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a warm, dry hand.

The force wasn't great, but it was impossible to break free.

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback and looked down.

Lu Tingzhao's profile appeared somewhat taut in the sunlight streaming through the window. He paused for two seconds before speaking slowly, his voice a few decibels lower and hoarseer than before:

I feel...

He seemed to be sensing something intently, his tongue unconsciously licking his lower lip lightly.

My lips are also very dry.

His lips were beautifully shaped, and now, from that unconscious lick, they were glistening with a slightly moist sheen, but in the heated room, the edges were indeed a little chapped.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly realized and immediately laughed:

"That's easy!"

She then took out a pink-tubed lip balm from another pocket and twisted it open.

First, she carefully scraped off the outermost layer with her fingernail, then leaned slightly forward and gently applied the cool, moisturizing balm to his lips.

The movements were very light and focused.

Lu Tingzhao held his breath for a moment.

His lips felt a cool, soft touch, followed by a sweet, peachy scent that filled the space between them, less than half a foot apart.

The scent was so fresh and sweet, completely different from the orange blossom fragrance on her body and the faint milky cream scent lingering on her fingertips, carrying a straightforward, girlish, and charming allure.

His fingertips curled up quietly beneath her sleeve, unseen by her.

An absurd yet burning thought uncontrollably surged into my mind—

If I kiss her now...

Will I be able to taste this flavor then?

Lin Xiaoman finally finished applying the ointment, withdrew her hand, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Okay! That way it won't crack..."

Before she could finish speaking, she met his gaze.

Although she knew he couldn't see, his deep eyes seemed to focus all the snow light outside the window, with a deep and burning heat, locking onto her firmly.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I...I took Yuanbao out!"

As if burned by his gaze, she hastily pulled her wrist, which he had been holding, and turned to leave the study almost as if she were running.

The door was gently closed, shutting out the warm air and the lingering sweet scent of peaches from inside.

Lu Tingzhao sat alone behind his desk for a long time before slowly raising his hand and gently wiping his lower lip with his fingertips.

There, the cool, moisturizing balm was melting, seeping into the lip lines. And the sweet peach scent lingered even more intensely, clinging on in wisps and strands.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, a deep, dark color swirled within them.

As soon as Yuanbao stepped outside, he excitedly broke free of his leash and ran and rolled wildly in the thick snow, leaving a trail of messy plum blossom-shaped footprints.

Lin Xiaoman squatted down, facing the crisp, clean air, and smiled as she forcefully hugged the excited puppy. She then raised her phone and took several selfies with the snow-covered fairytale world and the silly, happy golden retriever in her arms.

She thought to herself, "I will remember this moment forever."

This peace, beauty, and simple joy.

Around noon, the sound of cars driving into the manor could be heard one after another.

Lu Tingxi's black sedan arrived first. She was wearing a neat camel coat. She and Qin Xiu got out of the car one after the other. Their eyes met briefly, and then quickly looked away, maintaining a proper distance.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Tingzhou's SUV and Lu Xingyuan's stylish sports car also drove in one after another.

Lin Xiaoman was leading Yuanbao, who was finally tired from running, back home when suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck!

A soft, cold snowball landed squarely on the hood of her down jacket, snowflakes falling into her neck and making her shiver.

She turned around in a daze and saw Lu Xingyuan standing under a cedar tree not far away, holding another snowball in his hand, with a smug smile on his face. When he saw her looking over, he even raised his eyebrows provocatively.

"you!"

Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened.

The next second, she decisively bent down, rolled up a snowball, and threw it back with a "whoosh," but unfortunately, her aim was poor, and it flew past the other person's shoulder.

Lu Xingyuan laughed and immediately launched a counterattack. He was fast-moving, and his snowballs were dense and rapid. Lin Xiaoman couldn't dodge in time and was hit several times in a row, her hat and shoulders covered with snow.

"Ah! You!"

She was so angry she was jumping up and down, but suddenly an idea struck her. She pointed at Yuanbao, who was just watching the commotion with a silly grin:

"Yuanbao! Go! Bite him!!"

Upon receiving the order, Yuanbao's golden figure darted out like lightning, executing a perfect flying pounce that pinned Lu Xingyuan to the ground in the snow, its large, furry paws pressing against his chest.

"Hey! You idiot! Get off me! You're spitting in my face!"

Lu Xingyuan struggled frantically, but was momentarily immobilized by the weight of the several dozen kilograms.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Xiaoman made several snowballs and, with a wicked grin, gently tossed them onto his trapped body, laughing loudly as she did so.

"You dared to ambush me! Well done, Yuanbao!"

Lu Xingyuan finally managed to get up, his hair, face, and coat covered in snow, looking both disheveled and funny.

He pointed at Yuanbao, who was hiding behind Lin Xiaoman, sticking out his tongue and feigning innocence, and gritted his teeth:

"You idiot! Just you wait! I'll beat you up today!"

Lin Xiaoman shouted loudly:

"Yuanbao, run! Don't let him catch you!"

Yuanbao immediately darted off like a madman, with Lu Xingyuan chasing after it, cursing and swearing. The two of them started frolicking in the snow again.

Lu Tingzhao came out onto the terrace of the second-floor study at some point.

He stood quietly by the railing, the winter wind ruffling the black hair on his forehead.

All the noise downstairs... Yuanbao's excited barking, the muffled thud of snowballs hitting the ground, Lu Xingyuan's exasperated shouting, and... Lin Xiaoman's clear, bright, and unrestrained laughter, all clearly reached his ears.

He tilted his head slightly, listening to the chaotic yet joyful chase.

Lin Xiaoman was being overwhelmed by Lu Xingyuan's relentless "snowball attack" and was running away with her head in her hands when she caught a glimpse of a figure on the second-floor terrace out of the corner of her eye.

Against the backdrop of the pristine white snow, Lu Tingzhao's profile appeared exceptionally tall and solitary, as if separated from all things in the world by an invisible barrier.

An idea popped into my head.

She pretended to bend down to dodge Lu Xingyuan's attack, and quickly rolled up a small snowball no bigger than a walnut.

Taking advantage of Lu Xingyuan turning to pick up "ammunition" and Yuanbao running away to catch her breath, she turned sideways, aimed, and flicked her wrist—