The voluptuous and beautiful nanny, Technician Shen fell for her.

Shen Huai held that slender waist, his palms burning hot.

The person in his arms trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, unable to support himself at all, and only the strength of his arms kept him from slipping to the ground.

"Xiao Huai?" Liu Huizhen's voice rose slightly from outside the door, accompanied by two light knocks. "What are you doing locked in the door in broad daylight?"

Su Nianhe was so frightened that a very faint sob escaped her throat.

She gripped Shen Huai's shirt tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face, falling onto the fabric of his shirt.

Shen Huai's chest heaved violently.

He avoided her gaze as much as possible, cleared his throat, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm changing my clothes."

The knocking on the door stopped.

Liu Huizhen muttered through the door, "You locked the door just to change your clothes. I heard some noise inside and thought a thief had broken in. Your factory's Section Chief Li called home and said the afternoon meeting is starting half an hour earlier, so you should go over there early after you finish eating."

"Understood," Shen Huai replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

"By the way, your sister-in-law just said she wants to buy a few feet of polyester fabric to make two sets of clothes for Ping An. Do you still have any fabric coupons? If so, take them out and use them first, before they expire next month." Liu Huizhen didn't leave and continued chatting with her family outside the door.

Shen Huai closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The room was filled with that sweet, fruity scent, and every breath felt like adding fuel to the fire. The aroma, mixed with the warmth of the girl in his arms, pierced straight into his very being.

He tried to pull his hand back to create distance between them. But as soon as he relaxed, Su Nianhe's body went limp and slid down.

Shen Huai could only tighten his arms again and lift the person up a little.

He lowered his head, his gaze inevitably sweeping over her, and his breathing became heavier.

"Button it up," he whispered quickly in her ear.

Su Nianhe nodded hurriedly.

Her hands were trembling violently, and her fingertips were covered in uncontrollable cold sweat.

The two plastic buttons were already small, and the buttonholes were tight, so the more anxious she was, the less she could button them up.

Liu Huizhen was still waiting for a reply outside the door: "Xiao Huai, did you hear me? Look for the cloth coupons in your drawer."

"I'm looking for it, Mom, wait a minute," Shen Huai replied.

He looked down at Su Nianhe.

She was so anxious that she cried, her eyes were red and swollen, and she even bit her lip until it bled. She frantically tugged at her collar with both hands, but couldn't button it up.

The sweet, fruity aroma in the air grew stronger and stronger.

Shen Huai felt his head buzzing and all the blood rushing to his head.

He could remain absolutely calm even when faced with the most complex mechanical drawings at the factory, but now he was being driven crazy by a country girl.

"Don't move," Shen Huai hissed in a hoarse voice.

He freed one hand, pushed aside Su Nianhe's trembling fingers, and pinched the small plastic button.

His fingers were thick and long, and he was used to using wrenches and pens. Now, as he tried to pinch this button the size of a soybean, he looked particularly clumsy.

The two were very close together.

Shen Huai's hand inevitably brushed against her.

Su Nianhe flinched, sobbing heavily through her nose, tears clinging to her eyelashes.

"Don't make a sound." Shen Huai's movements were stiff, and he finally managed to stuff the first button into the buttonhole.

Liu Huizhen, waiting impatiently outside, said, "Still haven't found it? Did you put it in your black briefcase? Do you want me to come in and look for it for you?"

As he spoke, the doorknob made a turning sound.

Su Nianhe froze, her face turned deathly pale, and she even stopped breathing.

She closed her eyes in despair, her mind filled with the tragic images of being driven out of the Shen family and sold to the old man.

"It's not in the bag!" Shen Huai immediately stopped him. "I put it in the metal box at the bottom of the cabinet. I'll get it for you right away."

The door handle stopped turning.

Shen Huai let out a long sigh of relief.

He bent down to button the second button.

Startled, Su Nianhe shrank back.

Shen Huai's fingers had just gripped the button when his gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

A few rays of sunlight shone through the half-drawn curtains.

Shen Huai felt a sudden heat in his nasal cavity, and a sweet, fishy smell rushed straight to his head.

Before he could react, a drop of bright red blood dripped down his nose without warning.

"Clatter".

This extremely faint sound was incredibly clear in the quiet room.

The drop of blood landed precisely on the back of Su Nianhe's hand.

The stark contrast between the extreme white and the dazzling red creates a striking visual effect in the dimly lit room.

Red blood beads slowly slid down her wrist, leaving a shocking red mark.

Su Nianhe was stunned.

She looked down at the bloodstain, then looked up at Shen Huai, completely unaware of what had happened.

Shen Huai's face instantly turned bright red, and even his ears burned.

He had lived for twenty-six years and had never encountered anything so humiliating.

He raised his hand and wiped his nose haphazardly with the back of his hand, leaving a large patch of blood on the back of his hand.

"Shen, Technician Shen..." Su Nianhe stammered, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Shut up." Shen Huai spat out the two words through gritted teeth.

He frantically pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, pressed it against the back of Su Nianhe's hand, and vigorously wiped away the bloodstain.

The rough fabric of the handkerchief rubbed against her delicate skin, causing Su Nianhe to hiss softly in pain, and tears fell again.

Shen Huai paused, then eased his grip.

He crumpled the blood-stained handkerchief into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, and then quickly buttoned up the remaining buttons for Su Nianhe.

"Stand still." He released his arms from around his waist.

Su Nianhe quickly steadied herself by holding onto the wall, gripping the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, and lowered her head, not daring to look at him at all.

Shen Huai turned around and walked to his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a few cloth coupons.

He pressed his nose with the back of his hand and walked quickly to the door.

"Mom, I found it." Shen Huai opened the door, stood in the doorway, and handed out the cloth ticket in his hand, preventing Liu Huizhen from seeing Su Nianhe in the room.

Liu Huizhen took the cloth ration coupon, glanced at him, and frowned: "What happened to your nose? Why is it bleeding?"

"It's too hot, I'm getting a sore throat," Shen Huai lied without changing his expression, his voice still carrying a heavy nasal tone.

"I told you to drink more mung bean soup, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on drinking cold water." Liu Huizhen muttered for a moment. "Alright, hurry up and wash up and change out of your bloodstained clothes. Xiao Su will take them to wash later."

"Okay," Shen Huai replied, and closed the door.

Liu Huizhen's footsteps gradually faded away until they disappeared completely after she went down the stairs.