The blind boss's nanny

Lu Tingzhao was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved into a smile:

"What do you want to be angry about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiaoman moved with great energy and naturally climbed back onto his arm.

Her soft, lotus-like arms pressed against his dark gray suit, the movement practiced... after all, they had just walked in hand in hand like this.

In her mind, this was just a tactical move to "show intimacy," and she was quite frank about it, even feeling a little proud of her own cleverness.

However, just as she took his arm, tilted her head slightly, and was about to say something more...

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

Lu Tingzhao suddenly called her name softly, his voice deeper than usual.

"Um?"

Lin Xiaoman subconsciously responded and looked up at him.

The next second, a warm hand landed on the back of her head and gently supported it.

Before Lin Xiaoman could react to the meaning of the action, her vision was suddenly pulled closer and enveloped.

The man's handsome face rapidly magnified before her eyes, and his slightly cool lips covered hers.

"...!"

All thoughts, all sounds, all ideas, at this moment, were utterly crushed and evaporated by this sudden kiss.

Time seemed to stand still.

The clamor of voices, the flowing strings, and even the gentle gaze that might fall upon you all faded and receded in an instant, blurring into a background noise.

All that remained in the world was the incredibly clear, burning sensation on my lips and his breath so close to mine.

Lu Tingzhao's lips gently lingered on hers, with an almost exploratory patience, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips, carrying the crisp aroma of wine.

Lin Xiaoman's mind went blank, her body stiffened and she could only passively endure this sudden intimacy.

She only woke up suddenly, as if startled, and subconsciously took a slight step back, when her lungs were almost completely empty.

She was panting, looking at him with wet eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips even redder and fuller.

"Chairman...you..."

She started to ramble a little.

Lu Tingzhao gently stroked her moist lower lip with his thumb, the pad of his finger warm.

He tilted his head slightly, his voice so low only she could hear it, tinged with a lingering hoarseness and a hidden smile:

"Xiaoman, didn't you say you wanted to...?"

"Will you help me make her angry?"

Before she could finish speaking and react, his lips covered hers again.

This time, there was less initial probing and more exploration and acquisition.

His arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer to him, while his other hand still supported the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back to receive the deeper, longer kiss.

All of Lin Xiaoman's resistance and confusion were melted and disintegrated by his strong and scalding breath.

She was forced to open her lips, letting his tongue intrude, entwine, and playfully tease her.

The lingering sweetness of the champagne, the crisp aroma of the alcohol on his lips, and the unique masculine scent emanating from him all blended together, conquering all.

She didn't know how much time had passed, so long that Lin Xiaoman felt her legs go weak and she could barely stand. She could only cling to his arms that were wrapped around her waist.

"...Chairman, are you done?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Wenya had already left.

Lu Tingzhao finally ended the long kiss with great reluctance.

His forehead gently pressed against hers, his breath still hot and rapid, spraying onto her equally burning cheeks.

Deep within those unfocused eyes churned a thick, satiated darkness.

Lin Xiaoman's breathing was unsteady, her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were filled with a hazy, watery light as she stared blankly at his silhouette so close to hers.

Lu Tingzhao's fingertips traced her rosy, burning lips once more, his voice low and husky:

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

"That's more like it... it's 'impressive' enough."

As evening fell, the manor was once again enveloped in twilight and silence.

Both of them removed their elaborate clothes and accessories, changing into comfortable cotton loungewear. Lin Xiaoman stood in front of Lu Tingzhao, straightening his collar.

Her fingertips touched the soft fabric of his body, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.

Before her stood a man dressed in gray loungewear, his expression indifferent, but what kept flashing through her mind was Lu Tingzhao, radiating charisma and in complete control under the dazzling lights of the banquet hall during the day.

and also……

That kiss was so long that she forgot to breathe.

The warm touch, the crisp aroma of alcohol, the powerful force, the irresistible entanglement between lips and teeth... every detail is so clear it feels like it just happened.

That feeling was really great.

As Lin Xiaoman smoothed his collar, she subconsciously pursed her lips, her ears secretly burning.

"What you just did..."

Lu Tingzhao's voice suddenly came from above, calm and undisturbed, yet seemingly knowing everything.

I didn't drink that glass of wine.

Lin Xiaoman paused for a moment as she adjusted her collar.

"Um……"

She gave a mumbled reply, her voice soft.

Deep down, I already knew how he found out. Probably... it was that kiss.

There was no taste of alcohol in her mouth.

"Now then,"

Lu Tingzhao tilted his head slightly.

"Have another drink with me."

Lin Xiaoman raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her tone hesitant and embarrassed:

"Chairman, may I... refuse? My alcohol tolerance... is really not that high."

The lesson from last time is still fresh in my mind.

Lu Tingzhao remained silent for a moment. His expression was calm, but Lin Xiaoman still felt an invisible pressure, and a certain... expectation.

"Then,"

He spoke slowly, his voice revealing no particular emotion.

"Just one drink."

Lin Xiaoman looked at him and remembered that kiss, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

The words of refusal circled on the tip of my tongue, finally settling into a soft:

"……good."

Lin Xiaoman drank that glass of wine very slowly, but she drank it all clean.

The amber liquid slid down my throat, carrying a slightly intoxicating warmth, and slowly spread throughout my body.

The alcohol wasn't strong, but it acted like a key, unlocking a valve that she usually kept locked away.

The wine glass was gently placed on the floor.

The living room was very quiet, with only the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace and the faint sound of the evening breeze outside the window.

Lin Xiaoman stood in front of Lu Tingzhao, her fingers secretly clenching the hem of her clothes. The alcohol gave her cheeks a faint blush, and made her heart beat faster and stronger than usual.

She took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage.

"Chairman, may I hug you?"

The man's handsome brows furrowed slightly, a fleeting hint of surprise flashing deep in his eyes:

"sure."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Lin Xiaoman took a step forward, stretched out her arms, and gently yet firmly embraced Lu Tingzhao's waist.