The blind boss's nanny

An indescribable emotion pressed heavily on Lin Xiaoman's chest.

She had never felt this way about this employer before.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and carefully and neatly placed the stack of drawings into the shredder.

The machine emitted a low hum, swallowing and cutting the meticulously constructed "visual map" into unrecognizable fragments.

It was like the real, eternal darkness that he had to devour, digest, and would forever face.

Before going to sleep, Lin Xiaoman lay down again on Lu Tingzhao's large, soft bed.

Her body sank into the fluffy down comforter, and the clean, crisp scent gently enveloped her... It was his unique fragrance, cool yet reassuring.

Lin Xiaoman quietly turned her head to the side, her gaze passing over the edge of the bed and looking towards the sofa.

The dim wall lamp outlined the tall, straight silhouette of the man sitting on the sofa.

Although her period had ended, neither of them mentioned changing the bed.

Lin Xiaoman's explanation was very self-righteous:

This is the boss's order, and she must obey!

As soon as Lu Tingzhao sat down on the sofa, his fingers, which were resting on the sofa, felt a slight, winding resistance.

His movements paused, and his fingers followed the sensation, gently picking up... a thin, supple thread.

He straightened and smoothed it out.

Based on his sense of touch, he made a judgment almost immediately... it was a hair.

It's her hair.

Perhaps it was left unintentionally when she was making the bed in the morning, or perhaps it was left there when she stood on tiptoe to adjust his collar during the day.

Lu Tingzhao measured the length of that strand of hair with his fingertips, and suddenly Ah Zhe's description from that day flashed into his mind:

"Her hair was dark black and about 50 centimeters long..."

The length between the fingers now seems to match this number.

At this moment, she was sleeping on the large bed just a few steps away, breathing the same air as him, sharing the silence and darkness of the room.

Her breath, the subtle sound of her turning over, even a strand of hair she unintentionally left behind, all existed so vividly within his perception.

But regarding her appearance, her expression at this moment, the exact luster of her hair... he could only clumsily piece together and imagine from other people's fragmented words.

A strange and surging emotion churned within Lu Tingzhao's heart.

It was mixed with a kind of anxious longing, and a deep, unspeakable possessiveness.

The clear, cheerful voice she uttered to Xingyuan by the fireplace during the day, "I choose the chairman!", echoed in her ears once again with unparalleled clarity.

That may have just been a joke she made to appease the boy, but the ripples it stirred in his heart have yet to subside.

Lu Tingzhao suddenly felt a dryness in his throat, and his collar inexplicably felt tight. He raised his hand to loosen his collar, and casually draped his other arm over the back of the sofa.

This movement caused his rolled-up shirt sleeves to tighten slightly, revealing his smooth muscle lines in the dim light.

He leaned back, resting his head on the sofa back, his eyes closed. His fingers tapped lightly on the sofa fabric beside him.

Between the rhythmic taps, he suddenly spoke, his voice low and slightly husky:

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

"Come here for a moment."

Lin Xiaoman, who was staring blankly at his silhouette, was startled by the sound. She then quietly slid off the bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and slowly walked to him.

Because of the man's sitting posture, she naturally squatted down on the carpet beside his feet, tilted her head back, and asked softly from a much lower angle than him:

"Chairman, what are your orders?"

Her voice was close, soft and nasal, and her warm breath brushed gently against the back of his hand hanging by his side as she spoke.

In the darkness, Lu Tingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed silently.

Lin Xiaoman squatted on the carpet at the man's feet, looking up and waiting quietly.

Her gaze, however, was always involuntarily drawn to the man in front of her, landing on his face.

Especially those eyes. In the dim light of the wall lamp, those eyes were deep, dark, and calm, looking no different from those of a normal person.

For a fleeting moment, she had a strange feeling... as if his dark eyes were looking up quietly in the direction of her voice, their gazes meeting in mid-air.

Even though I know he can't see...

Lin Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly looked away.

Her gaze wandered aimlessly, eventually settling on his slightly pursed lips.

The man's lips were clearly defined and beautifully shaped, with a naturally aloof curve, yet for some reason, she thought of...

His peach-scented lip balm, which had been on it during the day, also left a cool and soft touch from her fingertips.

A jumble of chaotic images and feelings flooded into her mind uncontrollably, and Lin Xiaoman's cheeks flushed instantly, even her ears turning crimson.

In the next second, as she was lost in thought...

A warm, dry hand suddenly gripped her exposed wrist!

The force was considerable. Before Lin Xiaoman could even cry out, a powerful force came through that hand. She felt dizzy and lost her balance in an instant. She was pulled forward by a force and then fell backward!

Her back slammed against the soft cushions of the sofa. It didn't hurt, but the sudden feeling of weightlessness and the tall shadow of the man looming overhead made her mind go blank.

Lu Tingzhao... pinned her down on the sofa.

He rested one hand on the back of the sofa beside her ear, while his other hand still held her wrist. His chest was separated from her only by a thin layer of clothing and a small patch of air.

His cool aura, mixed with his burning body temperature, instantly enveloped her completely.

Lin Xiaoman stared wide-eyed at his sharply defined jawline, which was so close to hers, and above that, his lips.

Her heartbeat, however, was like a drumbeat, pounding and roaring wildly in her own eardrums, making her limbs go weak.

She forgot to struggle, forgot to breathe, and just stared blankly at him, her lips slightly parted. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a faint, trembling breath from her throat:

"Chairman Dong...?"

His voice was full of shock and confusion.

Lu Tingzhao maintained this extremely imposing posture and tilted his head slightly.

In the dim light, his breath brushed against her forehead, warm and lingering.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice extremely low, each word scraping against her taut nerves:

"daytime……"

He paused, and with the tip of his free hand, he lightly brushed her hair, which was scattered on the sofa.

"...Why did you ambush me?"