The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman's mind went blank for a moment, and without thinking, she blurted out, trying to clear herself of any wrongdoing:

"It wasn't me! It was Lu Xingyuan who threw the snowball at you!"

Lu Tingzhao's lips twitched slightly upwards.

His fingertips left her hair and gently pressed against her lips as she chattered and tried to explain.

The cool touch instantly silenced all her unspoken explanations.

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

He uttered a single word in a low voice, his breath hot.

Then, he leaned down slightly, bringing them even closer, until their noses almost touched.

A deep, husky voice, burning with warmth, uttered each word clearly, penetrating Lin Xiaoman's eardrums:

"I haven't said it yet..."

"What is it?"

"..."

Lin Xiaoman's pupils suddenly contracted, and her body froze completely.

Time stood still at this moment.

All that remained was his breath so close to hers, her frantic heartbeat, and the cool yet burning touch of his fingertips on her lips.

She actually... confessed without being asked?!

But words spoken are like water spilled; Lin Xiaoman could only grit her teeth and try to firmly pin the blame on Lu Xingyuan, her voice trembling with guilt:

"Oh... but... but the snowball... it was indeed Young Master Xingyuan who threw it first!"

"Sorry, you spoiled brat!" she thought to herself. "Anyway, you're brothers, the chairman won't really do anything to you."

But now... she was completely suppressed by Lu Tingzhao in such a completely controlled manner, pressed between the sofa and his body, her breath filled with his scent. Lin Xiaoman's heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, and her brain was starting to feel oxygen-deprived.

Lu Tingzhao's face was half hidden in the shadow cast by the wall lamp, obscuring his features, which only made his aggressive and domineering aura even more intense and compelling.

He moved a little closer to her, his deep, burning heat almost touching her earlobe, and asked in a whisper that only the two of them could hear:

"Yeah?"

Those two words felt like tiny hooks, scraping against her eardrums.

Lin Xiaoman lowered her head, not daring to look in his direction, her fingers twisting the fabric of her clothes. She stiffened her neck, forcing herself to answer with the utmost certainty:

"yes!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

The world is spinning!

Without warning, the man exerted force in his arm, using irresistible strength and skill to flip her over in an instant!

The posture changed in an instant. Lin Xiaoman's half body suddenly fell onto his strong thighs, her waist was firmly held down by his other arm, and her lower body was forced to kneel on the soft carpet.

This position caused her to completely lose her balance and initiative, and she was overwhelmed with shame in an instant.

"Ah! What are you doing...?"

Before she could even utter a cry of surprise, she received a light but not heavy blow to the buttock.

"Snapped!"

The force wasn't great; it was more like a disciplinary declaration, yet it made Lin Xiaoman freeze, all her words stuck in her throat.

The shock far outweighed the pain; more than anything, there was a sense of disbelief and bewilderment.

Before he could even question or struggle, Lu Tingzhao's deep, cold voice descended from above, each word enunciated with extreme clarity:

"Xiaoman,"

He called her name, his tone indifferent, yet it chilled her to the bone.

"You lied to me again."

Lin Xiaoman was both ashamed and anxious. She subconsciously tried to twist her body to get off his lap, but the man's arms around her waist pressed down even harder, the force as steady as iron, making her unable to move.

Then, another one.

It's a little heavier than before.

But what Lin Xiaoman felt was not pain, but a sense of shyness.

A tingling sensation on the scalp and a flushed face quickly spread throughout the body.

The thin fabric of the pajama bottoms couldn't block the warmth and touch of his hands at all, especially in such a humiliating yet intimate manner...

"Xingyuan,"

Lu Tingzhao's voice remained calm as he stated:

"They won't ambush me."

Although Lu Xingyuan was a spoiled and arrogant young man who had never been afraid of anything since childhood, even his father, who had him late in life, was helpless against him.

But the only person he truly revered and respected in this world was his elder brother, Lu Tingzhao.

This is something the young nanny, who is making up accusations to protect herself, is clearly unaware of.

He can lie without batting an eye.

Lu Tingzhao felt that she needed to be given a little "punishment" to teach her a lesson.

He maintained this completely controlled posture, his palm rubbing together very lightly.

This subtle movement made Lin Xiaoman stiffen all over, and her blood rushed to her head, even more than the slap itself.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the air.

Punishment and intimacy, control and vulnerability, are intertwined.

Lin Xiaoman lay on his lap, not daring to move, her ears burning red, and even her toes curling up in shame.

She should have jumped up immediately, pointed her finger at him, and started yelling at him. If anyone else had treated her like that, she definitely would have done so.

But she knew perfectly well why Lu Tingzhao was angry.

Just recently, she had solemnly promised that she would never lie to him again. But now, she had been seen through so quickly, and even her attempts to explain herself seemed clumsy and laughable.

Lin Xiaoman was like a defeated little beast, all her thorns and strength drained away, leaving only overwhelming shame and dejection.

She didn't even have the strength to break free; she could only cover her burning face tightly with her hands, her voice leaking out from between her fingers, weak and trembling:

"Chairman... I was wrong..."

"Please... put me down..."

The arms that were wrapped around her waist finally loosened their grip.

Lin Xiaoman felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She almost staggered off his lap and knelt on the carpet with her knees weak. Her head was lowered, and she wished she could shrink herself into a ball and never look up at him again.

She didn't notice that a warm hand silently landed on her head.

The hand, still warm from the punishment, slowly, almost torturously, began to stroke downwards from the top of her head, inch by inch.

My fingertips ran through the soft, slightly cool strands of hair, feeling the suppleness and smoothness of each strand, brushing past my ears, and finally settling on the ends of my hair that cascaded over my shoulders.

He finally, he finally truly understood the words Ah Zhe spoke. The texture of her hair was more delicate than he had imagined, and it carried the scent of orange blossom.

His palm slid down her shoulder line, his fingertips lifted, and finally, he gently lifted her chin, which had been hanging down.

Lin Xiaoman was forced to look up and face him.

The man's fingertips touched a faint teeth mark on her full lower lip.

The warm touch caressed that slightly sunken softness, soothing yet full of a sense of control.