The blind boss's nanny

He was panting, his voice laced with laughter and an even stronger lust.

"Don't hold it in..."

Lin Xiaoman could no longer hold back; broken sobs mixed with muffled screams escaped her lips. She shook her head haphazardly, her long hair scattered on the pillow.

She screamed and shook her head. Little did she know that this man was meticulously recording every subtle expression and reaction of hers, etching them deep into his heart.

.....

After a long while, Lu Tingzhao leaned casually against the headboard.

His shirt was half-open, revealing his well-defined chest and arms, adorned with several fresh red marks. Strands of hair, damp with a light sheen of sweat, casually draped over his brow bone, adding to his air of languor.

Lin Xiaoman didn't have time to pay attention to him at the moment. She hurriedly put on one of his black shirts, the wide hem barely covering her upper thighs. As she bent down to tidy up the carpet, a section of her snow-white, straight legs would sometimes be revealed, and sometimes faint finger marks would be visible on her waist.

The neckline was open, and red marks on the collarbone and shoulders were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden under the fabric.

She was frowning as she carefully cleaned the marks on the carpet, her movements serious.

Lu Tingzhao's gaze swept over every inch of her without making a sound... from the corners of her eyes that were tinged with peach blossom color, to the white patch at the hem of her shirt, and then to her eyebrows and eyes that looked even more vivid when she frowned slightly.

Every part perfectly matches his aesthetic preferences.

Despite his reluctance to admit it, at this moment, his younger brother Lu Tingzhou's meaningful words flashed through his mind inappropriately—"Measure and explore in other ways."

Yes, he explored it. In the endless darkness, with fingertips, with lips and tongue, with every touch of body temperature and breath.

That taste was intoxicating and unforgettable.

But in the end, nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes... It's more impactful, more exhilarating, and more... It fosters an urge to completely mark and possess it.

Lu Tingzhao's throat felt dry, and he suddenly had a strong urge to smoke a cigarette.

But this wasn't a habit he developed after losing his sight... In the darkness, firelight was useless, and the smell of smoke would only interfere with his other senses that he relied on for survival.

I've been abstaining for so long that I've almost forgotten about it.

He suppressed the inexplicable restlessness and spoke in a low voice, slightly hoarse:

"Xiaoman, come here. Let me hug you."

Lin Xiaoman was stuffing the crumpled bed sheet into the laundry basket when she heard the sound and turned around. When she met his gaze, she hesitated for a second, but still obediently walked back and sat down beside him.

Lu Tingzhao's arm naturally pulled her closer, but his hand restlessly slipped under the hem of her oversized shirt, his palm caressing her smooth, soft skin on her waist.

Lin Xiaoman pressed down on his mischievous hand as if facing a formidable enemy, her voice soft and coquettish:

"No...no more..."

Lu Tingzhao chuckled softly, his chest heaving. He stopped what he was told, but instead took her hand completely into his palm and slowly played with her fingers.

The atmosphere quieted down, with only their intertwined breaths remaining.

A moment later, Lu Tingzhao brought it up seemingly casually, his voice flat, as if it were just a casual question:

"Xiaoman, do you... not want to go to the US with me?"

Lin Xiaoman nodded slightly. His voice came out muffled from beneath the fabric of his shirt:

"Hmm. I think... I won't go this time."

Lu Tingzhao showed no particular reaction; he simply pulled her closer, nuzzled his chin against the top of her head, and continued to ask in that emotionless tone:

"Then... will you stay here and wait for me to come back?"

Lin Xiaoman was taken aback, then gently shook her head in his arms.

"I have some... things I want to do during this time."

"What is it?"

He asked, his fingers curling slightly.

She spoke very quickly, as if afraid that she would lose her courage if she stopped:

"I've saved enough money, and my visa will be ready soon. It's perfect timing."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a clear, resolute tone.

"I've made a plan. While you're abroad for treatment, I'll take you to the UK and Australia. It won't be long, just two or three weeks."

The bedroom was quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Tingzhao's heart sank.

"Could it be...?"

He spoke, his voice a few decibels deeper and more tense than before.

Aren't you worried about me?

Lin Xiaoman slightly broke free from his embrace, climbed onto the bed, knelt before him, and cupped his face in her hands...

She had done this action countless times, but at this moment, from an angle that Lu Tingzhao could clearly see, the subtle emotions in her eyes crashed into his eyes without any concealment.

There was concern, hesitation, and a gentle determination.

"Your mother, your brother, Assistant Qin... they will all go with you. With family by your side and a top-notch medical team, I..."

"They are who they are."

Lu Tingzhao interrupted her, his displeasure no longer concealed, becoming clear.

"Lin Xiaoman, just because they're with you, do you feel justified in not fulfilling... your promise to me?"

Lin Xiaoman was speechless for a moment, a tightness in her chest. She opened her mouth, and after a while, she found her voice:

"But... Lu Tingzhao, the contract for our personal assistant has expired."

Upon hearing this, Lu Tingzhao was not deterred. Instead, he chuckled softly, though there was no hint of pleasure in his laughter.

"contract?"

He repeated it, with obvious sarcasm.

"Have you forgotten that you now... have another identity?"

Lin Xiaoman's breath hitched.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, and her voice became softer:

"Dr. Howard and Dang Shen both said... your chances of recovery are very high this time."

They said the chances were high, but they didn't say how long the process would take. A month? Six months? Or a year?

Once he has fully recovered, he will return to the light as a normal person, regain control of his vast business empire, and return to the colorful and dazzling life he was meant to have...

By then, will he still need her "eyes"? Will he still need her, this girlfriend he met by chance?

She dared not think too deeply, and was even less willing to place that faint hope on a tenderness that might be fleeting.

"so,"

She took a deep breath and forced herself to finish speaking in the calmest tone possible.

"Focus on your treatment. If... if things come to that..."

She paused, swallowing back the words "what if this treatment fails again," and instead used a more tactful approach:

"If you still need me... I'll come back."

And the "worst outcome" that they both knew but neither was willing to say aloud—treatment failure, and he remained trapped in eternal darkness.

The bedroom was completely silent.

Lin Xiaoman thought Lu Tingzhao would care about being "abandoned", but little did she know that he had already seen the deep unease and self-imposed separation in her eyes.