The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman finally came to her senses and gently twisted her body:

"Let go of me... I'm not dressed yet."

Lu Tingzhao's gaze remained fixed on the body he had "captured" in his arms...

From her slightly parted, moist lips, to that dazzlingly white neck and shoulders, and then to the beautifully curved curves that rose and fell dramatically with her rapid breathing…

All the beauty was fully exposed to his sight.

At this moment, the morning light finally had a tangible warmth.

Through his eyes, it clearly and meticulously etched the vibrant, warm, and defenseless body in his arms into his long-desolate world.

He kissed her inch by inch, tracing her spine downwards. Every joint, every inch of skin, had to be measured and confirmed anew.

Lin Xiaoman huddled in his arms.

"Lu Tingzhao..."

His voice was slightly breathless, tinged with confusion.

"You seem... a bit strange today?"

Lu Tingzhao slowly raised his head, his gaze meeting hers as she looked down.

He finally, truly, saw her eyes clearly.

It is no longer an outline imagined in the dark, nor a shape guessed when touched by fingertips.

Those were dark eyes, yet shimmering with a hazy, watery light. Long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pupils clearly reflected the morning light, and also… his own reflection.

The man suddenly pulled her closer, his arms encircling her so tightly she could barely breathe.

His face was buried in the warm, fragrant crook of her neck, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"What's... strange?"

Lu Tingzhao's voice was terribly hoarse.

Lin Xiaoman was held too tightly by him and shifted uncomfortably, but only received a firmer hold in return.

She thought it was because he was under too much pressure from treatment, or because he had some unsettling dream. Her heart softened, and she turned her head to gently touch the taut lines of his cheek with her lips, her voice soft and gentle:

"It just feels like... you seem... in a particularly hurry today."

Her breath brushed against his ear, carrying complete trust and an unconscious intimacy.

Lu Tingzhao did not deny it.

He couldn't deny it either.

How could he not be anxious? Every inch of her was so clearly presented before his eyes...

Her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, her cheeks and skin flushed pink, her lips were moist and swollen from his kisses, and her eyes were filled with his image...

All this vibrant, readily available beauty almost overwhelmed his reason.

The next second, his arms slipped under her armpits and behind her knees, easily lifting her up in his arms!

"what!"

Lin Xiaoman let out a short cry of surprise, instinctively reaching out to hug his neck and burying her face in his firm shoulder.

My heart was racing, and I was breathing rapidly.

The scenery in her vision began to change rapidly. From the intricate patterns of the Persian carpet beneath her feet, to the deep, dark green of the velvet sofa, and then to the soft shadows of morning light streaming through the heavy curtains…

Finally, she felt herself being gently placed in the center of the spacious bed.

The light gray silk duvet cover was cool and smooth, supporting her slightly warm body. Her long, seaweed-like hair spread out as she moved, cascading onto the dark sheets.

Lu Tingzhao stood by the bed, raised his hand, and slowly untied the belt of his robe, revealing his well-defined chest and firm waistline.

He leaned down and pressed his body against hers, completely enveloping her in his shadow and warmth.

The kiss landed, a powerful yet tender embrace sweeping over him.

Fine and dense lines traced down her forehead, brushing her trembling eyelashes, licking the tip of her upturned nose, and finally, imprinting themselves heavily on her lips, lingering and tender.

Their fingers were intertwined, and he held her hands firmly to his sides.

Lin Xiaoman was completely overwhelmed by his aura and offensive, her consciousness blurred, and she could only helplessly endure this urgency.

"Xiaoman..."

His voice was extremely low, the hoarse vibrations penetrating his earlobes and piercing his heart.

"You're so beautiful..."

Lu Tingzhao's emotions were at their peak, and his behavior became erratic, deviating from his usual gradual approach. He lost control for a moment...

"Well……"

Lin Xiaoman winced in pain, her brows furrowing instinctively. She bit her fingertip to stifle her gasp.

The scene... her furrowed brows, her teeth gently settling between her pale fingertips, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her entire body flushed pink...

A surge of hot blood rushed to Lu Tingzhao's head, his temples throbbed wildly, and his entire scalp tingled.

He leaned down, his burning lips pressed against her flushed earlobe, and whispered something.

The words were so explicit that Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened instantly, her cheeks flushed red, and she immediately raised her hand to cover his mouth.

Lu Tingzhao, however, seemed to have anticipated this. He seized her wrist as she tried to raise it, held her slightly cool hand in his palm, and then lowered his head to kiss her one kiss after another, devout and passionate, imprinting them on every fingertip and every joint of her fingers.

"My little darling..."