The blind boss's nanny

Lin Xiaoman quickly reached out to support his forearm, her fingertips touching his warm, damp skin. She gritted her teeth and tried to lift him up.

"Put your arm around my shoulder, slowly get up, and see if you can walk."

Lu Tingzhao hummed in agreement, and she laboriously lifted one of his arms, trying to help him up.

Lu Tingzhao tried to stand up with difficulty, cooperating with her strength, but most of his body weight seemed to lean uncontrollably against her, carrying damp moisture and scalding body temperature.

Lin Xiaoman stumbled as he pulled her along, almost losing her balance. The thin shoulder strap slipped down to one side, revealing more of her fair skin, which was also half-wet from the water stains on his body. The fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her undulating contours.

His chin brushed against the top of her head unintentionally, his breath tickling her ear, hot and moist.

"I'm sorry... Xiaoman, I've troubled you again."

"Don't say that..."

Lin Xiaoman gritted her teeth and used all her strength to support him, carefully helping him out of the slippery shower area and into the relatively dry inner part of the bathroom.

She grabbed a large, soft bath towel and hurriedly wrapped it around him, then carefully checked his arms and other possible injuries.

Her fingertips, cool and trembling slightly, traced his skin. Lu Tingzhao kept his eyes closed, letting her examine him, but his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Using this movement, Lu Tingzhao pressed his body even closer to hers. With his head lowered, his eyes, hidden beneath his wet hair, slowly opened a crack from an angle she couldn't see.

The scenery, so close yet so far, is more impactful than any high-definition screen in the misty air.

She was only wearing a cream-colored tank top with two thin straps hanging over her shoulders, and matching shorts that just covered her hips.

This is Lin Xiaoman's usual attire on the 6th floor. Anyway, no one will come up here, and Lu Tingzhao can't see her, so she's happy to be comfortable and at ease.

The soaked, milky-white fabric clung transparently to her delicate skin, undulating in alluring curves with her breath and movements.

The thin bra strap seemed about to slip off, hanging precariously on her rounded shoulders.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed from exertion, her lips were tightly pressed together, and her eyes were wet with worry…

Everything was vividly imprinted in Lu Tingzhao's newly restored vision.

Water stains soaked the fabric and the bare calves.

She was completely unaware, her mind preoccupied with how to get him out safely.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently, the muscles in his arm draped over her shoulder tensed even more, and a flame quietly ignited deep within his eyes.

"Hiss..." He suddenly gasped, his body sinking down as if his ankle was in excruciating pain.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Lin Xiaoman's voice was trembling with anxiety, almost as if she were crying:

"No, no... I'll call Aunt Mei or Assistant Qin over!"

As she spoke, she reached for the call bell on the shelf next to her.

"Don't……"

Lu Tingzhao shook his head slightly, his voice low and hoarse.

"Xiaoman, don't call anyone else... I'm fine, really."

His arm rested limply on her shoulder, but his fingertips curled slightly, as if he were enduring pain.

"You call this nothing?!"

Lin Xiaoman was both angry and anxious, but seeing his insistence, she didn't dare to let go and let him fall again. She looked around and her gaze fell on a stack of thick bath towels in the dry area next to her.

"Don't move yet! Let me help you to a seat!"

She hurriedly grabbed several thick, fluffy bath towels and spread them out on the floor before carefully helping him sit down.

Lu Tingzhao moved in sync with her movements, his brows furrowed slightly throughout, occasionally letting out a suppressed groan, perfectly portraying the vulnerability of the "injured patient".

As soon as he sat down, Lin Xiaoman immediately knelt down in front of him and began to carefully press, touch, and examine the condition of his bones and muscles, starting from his ankles, with a focused expression.

She reached out her hand.

Does it hurt here?

"Can you move your knee?"

"Do you feel any numbness or tingling anywhere?"

Lu Tingzhao lowered his eyes, letting her do as she pleased, but his gaze involuntarily drifted from her anxious brows to her slightly open neckline as she bent over.

Under the warm yellow light, a piece of delicate, white flesh, like peeled coconut meat, came into view, rising and falling gently with her rapid breathing.

He suddenly felt his throat go dry, and the heat he had been forcibly suppressing in his heart, along with the touch of her fingertips, was beginning to ignite.

Coconut juice is sweet and refreshing. Is the coconut flesh smooth and creamy?

Lin Xiaoman was completely unaware of the man's increasingly deep and dark gaze.

After checking his legs, she hurriedly went to check his arms... There was no obvious deformity, and the skin was slightly red in a few places, but it wasn't serious.

She then gently pressed a few more joints:

"Does it hurt here? How about here? Can you bend it?"

Her fingertips were slightly cool, and each touch ignited a more subtle spark on Lu Tingzhao's taut skin.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the darkness in his eyes was so intense it seemed impossible to dispel.

"Xiaoman..."

He finally spoke, his voice even lower and hoarser than before.

"Hmm? Does it hurt here?"

Lin Xiaoman immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up at him anxiously.

Lu Tingzhao did not answer. He simply leaned down slightly and gently took her wrist, which was resting on his calf.

His palms were burning hot, damp with moisture, and they enveloped her slightly cool skin.

Lin Xiaoman was stunned for a moment:

"Chairman?"

"It hurts so much..."

Lu Tingzhao said in a low voice, his empty "blind eyes" staring at her, his brows furrowed, his lips pale, and his whole being exuding a heartbreaking sense of vulnerability.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me! I'll go get the first-aid kit..."

Lin Xiaoman's heart clenched, and she struggled to stand up.

"Don't go."

Lu Tingzhao held her hand tightly, not letting her leave. He pulled her forward slightly, instantly closing the distance between them until his warm breath brushed against her lips.

He tilted his head slightly, brought his lips close to her earlobe, and whispered seductively:

"Hold me in your arms..."

His breath was hot, spraying against her ear.

"...Hug me, and the pain will go away."

Lin Xiaoman stood there, stunned.

Reason told her that the man in front of her was perfectly fine and hadn't actually had a piece cut off.

But... but looking at him now: his wet hair clung messily to his pale forehead, water droplets rolled down his chin, his empty eyes stared blankly at her, and his thin lips were slightly pursed...

In particular, the sense of brokenness emanating from him scratched at the softest part of her heart.