The blind boss's nanny

After losing his visual guidance, Lu Tingzhao's touch became unusually focused, filled with exploratory patience and curiosity.

Fingertips, palms, lips/tongue... every inch of his touch was deliberate and slow, yet he always managed to capture her most subtle reactions.

"tell me,"

His deep voice echoed in my ear, his breath hot.

"The feeling here."

Lin Xiaoman bit her lower lip, buried her face in the pillow, and resolutely refused to make a sound.

Her body had already turned into a pool of spring water under his hands, betraying her will. She absolutely could not let shameful words spill from her mouth again, satisfying his vile desire for control.

However, she clearly underestimated the learning ability and perseverance of a man who had just broken his craving for sex and was exceptionally gifted.

Lu Tingzhao seemed to have a natural talent for using countless methods to make her surrender.

His kisses lingered on her lower back... The relentless, tormenting anticipation left her heart pounding.

"Xiaoman,"

He urged in a hoarse voice, with a hint of coaxing.

"say."

She shook her head, swallowing back her sobs.

So his kisses moved on to a different location, suddenly turning downwards...

In the dim, warm light, Lin Xiaoman could not see clearly, but all her senses were unusually intense.

His straight nose, his warm lips...

Lin Xiaoman trembled uncontrollably.

Panic surged through her spine, yet a secret pleasure arose within. A dangerous warmth enveloped her limbs, pulling her into a dark abyss. Torn between ice and fire, the fall became her only refuge.

She gasped involuntarily, her fingers gripping the sheets helplessly.

"And here?"

The man pressed on, but he persisted, even escalating his demands.

Fireworks exploded from that point, instantly spreading throughout my body. Reason teetered on the brink of collapse under such onslaught.

"Lu...Lu Tingzhao..."

She finally broke down, calling out his name with a sob in her voice, but it sounded more like an unconscious moan.

"Um."

He responded and continued kissing her in that manner...

Until her hand trembled, the porcelain bowl on her lap tipped over, and the warm, moist white fungus soup silently soaked through the plush blanket.

Lin Xiaoman stared blankly at a certain spot, her pupils reflecting the warm yellow light, yet her gaze was empty and unfocused.

Breathing ceased, the soul was shattered, turning into countless specks of light that drifted out of the body, floating in the warm, dark air.

However, this was far from the end. The next second, it was his turn to personally take the field...

"Tell me you want me."

He pressed his forehead against hers, sweat dripping down his face, his voice hoarse.

"explain."

Lin Xiaoman couldn't control herself; unfamiliar syllables spilled from the corner of her mouth:

"I want...I want you..."

"Who wants you?"

He wouldn't let it go.

"...Lu Tingzhao...!"

Until she could no longer speak.

She never won the nightly contest.

His "eyes" are on his hands, on his lips, and in his male instincts.

Her pitiful, verbally defiant position had already crumbled when her body was completely overwhelmed.

All that remains is to sink into depravity and willing surrender.

The day Yuanbao was discharged from the hospital, the manor was like a festival.

The little golden retriever was unaware that its professional career had come to an end. Upon seeing Lu Tingzhao, it instinctively tried to run to its owner's feet, just as it had done countless times before.

His hind legs couldn't provide any power, and he stumbled after only two steps.

Lu Tingzhao had already squatted down and opened his arms.

Yuanbao stumbled into that familiar embrace, its warm tongue immediately licking its owner's chin and cheeks.

Lu Tingzhao buried his face deeply in its soft, fluffy neck fur, his arms tightly wrapped around it, his voice low and deep:

"Good boy...you're home."

Yuanbao responded with a whimper, then licked his fingers again, his wet eyes reflecting his master's image, as if to say: It's okay, I don't hurt anymore.

Lin Xiaoman organized a small welcoming ceremony. Aunt Mei prepared Yuanbao's favorite handmade jerky, A Zhe quietly placed a sturdy new doghouse by the fireplace, and even Lu Tingxi specially had a soft suede doll delivered.

Everyone, in their own way, tells it: Welcome home.

Even though Yuanbao can't be a guide dog, he is still a beloved treasure in the hearts of everyone in this mansion.

The commotion continued until evening. Lin Xiaoman carried Yuanbao to the soft cushions under the eaves, and gently combed the fur on its back again and again.

"Little Yuanbao,"

She leaned close to its ear and whispered in a tone as if announcing something important.

"Congratulations! You're officially retiring today!"

"From today onwards, you no longer need to suppress your instincts. You can run wild in the wild as much as you want!"

Yuanbao's ears twitched, and his bright black eyes stared at her.

"Your retirement pension, old-age insurance, and medical care are all covered by Chairman Lu—for life! Aren't you happy?"

The puppy let out a soft "woof," rested its head on its front paws, and looked somewhat dazed, lacking the expected excitement.

Lin Xiaoman understood that sense of loss.

She hugged it tighter, her forehead pressed against its fluffy head, her voice softer yet firmer:

"Don't worry, I'm here for the chairman..."

Yuanbao seemed to understand, and its tail patted the soft cushion twice, making a soft purring sound in its throat.

The setting sun slowly sank into the distant mountains.

This manor will always be Yuanbao's home.

On the evening of the seventh day after Leng Feng left, he returned to the manor, travel-worn and exhausted.

Accompanying him was a stranger.

The next morning, when Lin Xiaoman accompanied Lu Tingzhao downstairs for breakfast, she immediately noticed an unusual scene in the living room... Qin Xiu and Leng Feng were on either side of each other, with someone sitting on the sofa in the middle.

Unfamiliar faces are rarely seen in the manor. At least in the few months that Lin Xiaoman has been here, apart from the Lu family and the regular maids, she has never seen any other visitors.

She couldn't help but take a few more curious glances.

He was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. His skin was a pale white, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time. He was thin and somewhat bony, and his slightly long black hair almost covered his eyes, revealing only his high nose and thin lips with cold lines.

He sat quietly, his hands casually folded on his knees, his posture aloof and out of place with his surroundings.

What surprised Lin Xiao even more was Lu Tingzhao's attitude.

Prompted by Qin Xiu's whispered suggestion, he accurately "looked" in the direction of the guest, nodded slightly, and spoke fluent English with an unusually serious and polite tone:

"Dr. Baker, I'm so glad you could come."

The man called Baker didn't react at all, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The air in the living room fell silent for a moment.

Leng Feng and Qin Xiu exchanged a glance. The former remained expressionless, while the latter stepped forward and explained the situation gently in fluent English, repeatedly expressing, "We are very sorry to have asked you to come in this way," "It was truly unavoidable," and "We are willing to provide compensation."