The blind boss's nanny

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dancing on her hair and the pages of the book. When she read something interesting or difficult, Lu Tingzhao would unconsciously furrow his brows slightly or smile faintly.

The man had his eyes closed, and the sunlight shining through his eyelids created a warm red glow.

Her voice, the warmth and softness of her legs, the reassuring scent emanating from her, and the occasional breath that gently brushed against his forehead…

All of this was more effective than any painkiller or soothing music in relieving the tension and fatigue brought on by the treatment.

He listened, sometimes actually falling asleep, sometimes just dozing off, intently experiencing this world that belonged to her.

The atmosphere changed abruptly once the two returned to their penthouse suite.

Once the door was closed, the air became private and thick.

For some reason, Lu Tingzhao's thoughts sometimes came suddenly and intensely. She had just put down her book when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her…

He enjoys exploring, yet it's as if he's constantly rediscovering things.

Visually, it's a blank space, but touch, hearing, and smell can fill that gap well.

Lu Tingzhao could even be described as ruthless; he desperately wanted to confirm his desire for control and complete possession. He would give commands in a deep, hoarse voice, whispering them in her ear...

At first, Lin Xiaoman would blush, feel shy, and protest softly, "This is a hospital." But when he hugged her and told her that his treatment that day had been very painful, she would soften.

He almost always granted his requests.

Anything he wanted, anything she could give him. No matter how tempting or beyond her comprehension the request might be.

……

All sounds were blocked by the heavy doors.

In those moments, he was no longer a patient requiring meticulous care, nor was she a cautious nanny.

They affirm each other's existence, resist external uncertainties, and draw courage and warmth from each other to face tomorrow.

The city lights outside the window lit up one after another, like an inverted Milky Way.

Everything finally calmed down, leaving only intertwined breathing.

Lin Xiaoman curled up wearily in his arms, while Lu Tingzhao's arms held her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

In this space... everything...

They were bound together, to weather this dark and uncertain yet profoundly meaningful time.

Throughout his daily treatments, Lin Xiaoman always encouraged and praised him.

"Chairman, you were really amazing today."

Her fingers gently traced the line of his tightly pursed lips.

"You didn't even flinch during such a difficult process... I'm so proud of you."

"Chairman, how are you feeling? Is there anything that's particularly uncomfortable?"

"Aunt Mei brought over some ginseng chicken soup. After we finish our last task this afternoon, I'll feed you, okay?"

When night falls and the two are alone, their roles silently reverse.

His palms had calluses from sailing and rock climbing, while her back was smooth and delicate.

"My little darling,"

His voice was much lower and hoarse than during the day, each word penetrating the ear and piercing the heart.

……

Day and night, wards and suites.

She was his gentle yet steadfast anchor as he battled his illness.

He was the domineering and unyielding monarch who ruled her when she was indulging in love and desire.

But it wasn't limited to the night; the two sometimes indulged in passion during the day as well.

The afternoon sunlight was filtered through the heavy blackout curtains, but Lin Xiaoman's wrist was suddenly grasped by a warm hand.

Lu Tingzhao leaned back on the sofa and led her to him. She felt a snake silently crawl into her sleeve...

"..."

Lin Xiaoman's ears burned, and she lowered her voice.

"In broad daylight...isn't that inappropriate?"

He tilted his head slightly, seemingly pondering the reason, then chuckled softly, his breath brushing against her neck:

"Xiaoman, in my world, there has never been any difference between day and night."

These words gently pierced the softest spot in Lin Xiaoman's heart. A bittersweet tenderness instantly overwhelmed her embarrassment, and she turned around, hugged him tightly, and buried her face in his shoulder.

"But... what if someone comes?"

"Besides... you should get some rest..."

Lu Tingzhao tightened his grip on her arm, a slight smile playing on his lips. He lowered his head and stated firmly in a whisper, audible only to the two of them:

"No one can come up to the top floor without my permission."

Feeling the body in his arms gradually relax, he gently stroked her hair with his palm:

"I slept for a long time during treatment this morning, but now... I'm very awake."

One by one, the reasons were rejected, and the defenses were gradually eroded...

She was seated on the wide armrest of the sofa...

Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his focused profile and the slight movement of his Adam's apple. This clear light revealed everything...

Lu Tingzhao wanted to break her silence.

He can be very direct at times, asking her to describe it.

If she felt ashamed or unwilling, he would use that pleading, pitiful tone to gradually dismantle her emotions, word by word.

Sometimes he would ask a question, and she would answer it.

Sometimes he would remain silent and let her describe it herself.