The blind boss's nanny

For example, when Lu Tingzhao was near her, his unique masculine scent would always seep into her nostrils, stimulating her fragile nerves.

He did it on purpose! He absolutely did it on purpose! Lin Xiaoman thought through gritted teeth.

She used to think he was doing it unconsciously, but now it seems like a premeditated seduction!

She clenched her fists and repeatedly recited "form is emptiness," and Lin Xiaoman began to strictly abide by her duties.

They no longer approach each other proactively, there is no more physical contact, and they even push things over from a distance with a tray when they want to hand them something.

However, the body's needs defied its will. Faced with sudden emptiness and starvation, the body, long accustomed to pleasure, protested vehemently.

Insomnia, irritability, difficulty concentrating... a variety of symptoms take turns appearing.

So, on a restless night, Lin Xiaoman inexplicably pulled out her phone and opened a live streaming app...

Goodness, she's getting more and more hooked! Those male idols are just too good at it, the comments section is filled with howls of "Husband!" and "Hiss hiss hiss."

That afternoon, while Lu Tingzhao was focused on processing the "listening and reading" documents at his desk, Lin Xiaoman, holding her tablet, curled up on the sofa in another corner and started the live stream again.

On the screen, a male anchor with a rather good physique was dancing energetically to music, wearing only low-rise sweatpants.

The male anchor's sweat slid down his taut abs and V-line, his movements powerful yet provocative.

Lin Xiaoman was a little lost in thought, swiping her finger across the screen to zoom in.

Hmm... this male Bodhisattva's abs don't seem as defined as Lu Tingzhao's, his shoulders aren't as broad, and he seems a bit shorter...

Pah! What is she thinking! If she's looking at men who are borderline on the side, she's looking at men who are borderline on the side, why is she comparing them!

Lin Xiaoman watched intently, her cheeks slightly flushed, as if the inexplicable restlessness in her heart had found a safe outlet.

Anyway... it's not illegal to look! She didn't actually do anything!

Just as she was engrossed in reading and even licked her slightly dry lips, Lu Tingzhao's deep voice came from the other end of the desk, breaking the silence:

"Xiaoman, are you... taking online English classes?"

Lin Xiaoman stared at the screen, not even blinking, and gave a perfunctory answer without looking up:

"...Yes, Chairman."

She made things up off the cuff, her voice full of self-assurance.

Lu Tingzhao's gaze, several meters away, fell on the man on the screen who was striking a pose, a man who seemed to want to shove his abs right into the camera lens!

His gaze then shifted to Lin Xiaoman's profile, which was focused and tinged with excitement.

He felt a rush of blood to his head, and he almost lost control of his expression, nearly snapping the pen in his hand!

She actually... looked at him like that... right in front of him!

Lu Tingzhao took a deep breath, forcing himself to ask in the calmest tone possible, but his voice was a fraction deeper than before:

"Then why... is there no sound?"

How can I mute my phone during online classes?

Lin Xiaoman remained engrossed in "studying," turning her head without looking back, and readily offered her reasons:

"I was worried that playing music out loud would disturb your work, so I'm wearing headphones."

She shook her head; her ears were empty.

Lu Tingzhao: "..."

The vein on his forehead throbbed.

good very good.

She looked at other men in front of him and lied.

That stifling and infuriating feeling surged through his chest, almost bursting out. He endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer and stood up abruptly.

The chair legs rubbed against the floor, making a slight noise.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xiaoman glanced at him amidst her busy schedule. Seeing him walking towards her with his white cane, her heart skipped a beat, but then she thought:

What's there to be afraid of? He can't see anyway!

So she became bolder and, instead of turning off the live stream, she hugged the tablet closer to her chest.

On the screen, the male anchor is blowing kisses to the camera, and subtitles scroll across the screen saying things like "My husband is so handsome" and "I'm drooling over the screen."

Lu Tingzhao stopped in front of her, his tall figure looming over her, exuding a sense of oppression. He lowered his eyes, his voice devoid of emotion:

"What have you learned so far?"

He was very close, his warm breath brushing against the top of her hair.

"Xiaoman, tell me... what were the main topics covered in this lesson?"

Lin Xiaoman felt a chill run down her spine. Her finger quietly moved to the lock screen button on the tablet, her mind racing.

What are we going to talk about? The structure of the abdominal muscles or the technique of hip twisting?

"Uh...this class is...about body language!"

In a moment of inspiration, she blurted out...

"Yes! Body Language! How to convey messages and emotions through... uh, gestures and movements! A very... practical lesson!"

Lu Tingzhao almost laughed out of anger. Body language? Learn body language by watching borderline male dancers dance?

He nodded, as if he had accepted the explanation, but his tone was even more meaningful:

"Really? It seems this teacher... is very dedicated."

The next second, his arm suddenly reached out to her.

"Let me hear it too."

"No!"

Lin Xiaoman exclaimed in surprise and instinctively hugged the tablet tightly, hiding it behind her back.

Just kidding, if he heard those suggestive music and panting sounds, wouldn't we be exposed?!

"Why not?"

Lu Tingzhao's hand froze in mid-air, a look of confusion on his face.

"Isn't this supposed to be online classes? I'm also curious about how far online live-streaming teaching has progressed."

As he spoke, he subtly moved closer, so close that they could almost feel each other's body heat.

His aura forcefully invaded Lin Xiaoman's senses, instantly diluting the visual stimulation brought by the virtual male anchor on the screen.

"Because..."

Lin Xiaoman was forced to press her back against the sofa, her heart pounding like a drum, her mind blank.

"Because this English... is too child's play for you!"

She wanted to cover her face after she finished making up the excuse; it was so lame!

"Oh?"

Lu Tingzhao dragged out his words, and instead of backing away, the hand that was originally going to take the tablet landed on her tense shoulder and gently squeezed it.

"It seems that our Xiaoman... loves learning very much."

His fingertips were calloused, and warmth seeped through the thin fabric of his clothes. Lin Xiaoman stiffened; the familiar touch and scent stirred a long-suppressed desire within her.

On the screen, the male anchor was still recklessly showing off his biceps.

In reality, Lu Tingzhao's face was inches away; even with his eyes closed, his perfect features, slightly pursed thin lips, and bobbing Adam's apple were clearly visible...

Everything here is a million times more vivid and alluring than that two-dimensional image on the screen!

Lin Xiaoman suddenly realized, why bother looking at these borderline men! The one in front of her was the real deal, every single feature of him was exactly to her aesthetic sensibilities... an absolute beauty!

More importantly... he can't see!

This made Lin Xiaoman's courage grow exponentially.

No matter how unrestrainedly she admired him, it was nothing more than a slight ripple in the air to him.

This feeling of "one-way transparency" is simply wonderful.