The blind boss's nanny

She was pinned between the cold tiled wall and his burning chest, caught in a dilemma.

.....

A low, hoarse breath escaped the man's throat.

He held her too tightly. His strong arms held her firmly in his embrace, and the bulging blue veins on the back of his hands were clearly visible.

His legs were spread apart, trapping her legs, which were pressed together, in the middle.

His swaying body was supported only by the body and arms behind him.

Consciousness was shattered, fragments scattered everywhere...

A silent, dazzling explosion erupted inside the skull, sparks burning and spreading from the tailbone all the way to the scalp.

She was tossed into the sky and then plunged into the deep sea, losing her bearings in the ebb and flow.

She closed her eyes without a second thought, her long eyelashes trembling violently. A captivating blush spread across her porcelain-white skin from the nape of her neck.

Her lips parted slightly, escaping her lips in soft, delicate sobs and a cry that was on the verge of its limit.

Lu Tingzhao took it all in. His dark pupils were fixed on her, greedily capturing every change in her expression.

......

After the ultimate pleasure, Lin Xiaoman was completely drained of energy. Her cheeks were flushed as if she were drunk, her eyes were unfocused and she stared blankly at the floor... She had not yet fully recovered from the afterglow.

……

Soft sobs broke the silence, her body still trembling uncontrollably. Her long hair clung messily to her flushed cheeks and neck, a few strands sticking to her wet eyelashes. She looked disheveled, yet possessed a vibrant beauty that seemed to have been thoroughly plucked.

Lu Tingzhao raised his hand and gently wiped her wet face with his fingertips, his tone tinged with surprise:

"Why... are you crying?"

Lin Xiaoman turned her head weakly to avoid his touch, still covering her eyes with the back of her hand, her shoulders trembling slightly, tears silently seeping through her fingers.

The man's warm, broad hands then covered her trembling knees, gently massaging them. Then, he leaned down and pulled the girl, still softly sobbing, into his arms.

A muffled chuckle vibrated from his chest; his chin brushed against the top of her sweaty hair, his voice gentle:

"Are you shy?"

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"That's normal."

A secret and immense sense of satisfaction welled up inside Lu Tingzhao at her reaction.

The moment she pushed open the door and rushed in, despite the steamy bathroom, he could still clearly see the emotions in her eyes... half of it was panic and concern for his possible injury; the other half... was a straightforward appreciation and fascination with his body.

That look in his eyes made his heart flutter more than any straightforward words of love, and it confirmed his previous guess—how could those virtual "male bodhisattvas" compare to him standing right in front of her?

Can't watch live streams on my tablet?

Of course you can't watch it.

He had Ah Zhe tamper with the entire manor's Wi-Fi long ago, setting access restrictions and time controls for a few specific live streaming platforms and applications. Every night at eight o'clock, the Wi-Fi would be cut off precisely.

As for that worrying muffled thud...

He simply tapped the side panel of the solid wood wardrobe lightly with his cane to simulate the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The combination of a self-inflicted injury and a "handsome man" tactic is highly effective.

Watching her rush in anxiously, helplessly taking care of his "injured" self, and finally softening and lying down beside him... every step unfolded as he had anticipated.

However, just as Lu Tingzhao was embracing her with a sense of triumph, Lin Xiaoman in his arms suddenly moved.

She decisively broke free from his embrace, sat up, and didn't even glance at him.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but they ended up lying in bed together.

She turned her back to him and pulled the blanket up.

Just then, Lin Xiaoman suddenly spoke. Her voice was very soft and calm:

"Lu Tingzhao".

"You...didn't actually fall, did you?"

She realized it halfway through.

His actions were so reckless and ferocious; they were hardly those of an injured man.

Lu Tingzhao did not answer. In the darkness, he reached out again and pulled Lin Xiaoman, who had her back to him, back into his arms, holding her tightly.

Her back was pressed against his chest, and they could feel each other's rapid heartbeats.

He buried his face in the nape of her neck, which exuded a sweet scent, took a deep breath, avoided the question, and spoke in a low, clear voice to her ear:

"Xiaoman" (Grain Buds).

"I love you."

Lin Xiaoman suddenly sat up in the darkness and turned on the bedside lamp with a "snap".

The sudden bright light made Lu Tingzhao instinctively close his eyes for a moment... This subtle instinctive reaction went unnoticed by Lin Xiaoman, who was lost in her own emotions.

She turned around to face the man leaning against the headboard, reached out with an angry force, and pulled him to sit up straighter.

"Lu Tingzhao, get up!"

Her voice was filled with barely suppressed shame and indignation.

Lu Tingzhao's heart sank. He knew what she wanted to say: the truth about the "accident" in the bathroom. He had originally planned to use this "self-inflicted injury" and her soft-hearted care as an opportunity to smooth over the previous cold war and estrangement between them and make up naturally.

He was even prepared to accept a few complaints from her, and then take the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

But at this moment, the expression on Lin Xiaoman's face was not the gentle complaint that he had expected after his worries had softened.

Her little face was flushed red, her eyes wide open, flashing with clear anger, embarrassment at being fooled, and a hint of... hurt.

That look stung something deep inside him.

He almost instinctively reached out, intending to use a hug and warmth to defuse her anger and pull her into his own space, as he always did.

"Xiaoman, listen to me..."

But just as his hand was halfway out, Lin Xiaoman pulled back, avoiding his touch.

Her hands gripped the edge of the blanket tightly, her voice trembling slightly:

"Lu Tingzhao, my contract expired long ago. I'm no longer your nanny, and I have no obligation to be around you 24/7, ready to handle your 'accidents' at any time!"

She took a deep breath, looked directly into his still empty and lifeless eyes, and spoke each word clearly and distinctly:

"And what about you? You're still the same! You completely disregard my wishes and my feelings! You tricked me into coming here like this!"

"You didn't actually fall, did you? Or it wasn't that serious at all! You did it on purpose! You took advantage of my... my worry for you!"

As she finished speaking, Lin Xiaoman became increasingly agitated, her words almost turning into an accusation.