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

Shen Huai froze in place, his breathing becoming heavier.

He stared at that spot, the indecent remark from earlier that day flashing through his mind, but his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably twice.

Su Nianhe was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she squatted on the ground, too scared to move.

"Why are you playing in the water in the yard in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Shen Huai asked, his voice slightly hoarse, but exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Su Nianhe stammered, her voice trembling uncontrollably, "I...I was washing clothes..."

"Washing clothes can make you wet?" Shen Huai took two steps forward, his leather shoes making a dull sound as they hit the floor.

The closer he got, the stronger the sweet, fruity scent emanating from her became.

She was terrified that he would smell it, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She stood up abruptly, ignoring the clothes in the enamel basin, and ran to her room, the maid's room.

He was running too fast, his foot slipped, and he fell forward.

Shen Huai reacted quickly, grabbing her wrist. The skin beneath his palm was incredibly smooth, its feel almost unbelievably wonderful.

Su Nianhe gasped and bumped into the man's firm chest. A faint scent of soap and the aroma of male hormones wafted towards her.

Shen Huai lowered his head, his gaze falling directly on the collar. The sweet fruity scent wafted into his nose, unbearably sweet.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, gripping that slender wrist in his palm.

Su Nianhe forcefully broke free from his grip and fled into the room without looking back.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

Shen Huai stood there, rubbing his fingers together. The slippery sensation seemed to linger on his fingertips.

He lowered his head and took a sniff; the sweet, fruity aroma was still lingering in the air, incredibly enticing.

He tugged at his shirt collar in frustration, unbuttoned the top two buttons, and turned to wash his hands at the sink.

I turned the tap on full blast and splashed cold water on the back of my hands, but it couldn't extinguish the inexplicable heat in my heart.

Su Nianhe leaned against the door, panting heavily. Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were burning hot.

She touched her face and arms; they felt a little hot.

She slumped onto the hard bed, her mind a jumbled mess.

Suddenly, she remembered the aftereffects of being fed "beauty powder" by a strange old woman in the village when she was a child. It was said that it would make her more beautiful and allow her to marry into a good family, but she was the only one among the girls who took the medicine to grow up to look like this.

She has a curvaceous figure, a waist so thin you could snap it in half, skin so white it's dazzling, and a rosy blush on her cheeks.

The most deadly thing is that she always has a natural sweet fruit scent on her body.

Back in the village, she had never had enough to eat; she could never even get a hot meal.

Tonight, she ate a full meal for the first time.

It turns out that after eating a full meal, her body would feel like it was on fire.

Su Nianhe bit her lip, found a clean towel, splashed it with cold water, and then wiped her body to cool down.

She huddled in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees, feeling both scared and worried.

This constitution is too dangerous. If the Shen family finds out, they will definitely kick her out as if she has a strange disease.

She absolutely cannot be driven away, and she absolutely cannot go back to Liuhe Village.

She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.

From now on, I shouldn't eat too much. As long as I'm a little hungry, my body shouldn't get hot.

Su Nianhe curled up on the hard bed for a while, listening to the quiet outside, her mind preoccupied with the basin of unfinished clothes by the sink.

The Shen family pays high wages and provides meals. If she loses this job, her father might really drag her back to Liuhe Village and marry her off to that fifty-year-old second-marriage man.

Pushing open the door, the courtyard was very quiet, with only the chirping of summer insects.

Su Nianhe tiptoed to the sink, squatted down, and continued washing the men's shirt.

She gritted her teeth and quickened her pace. She soaped the stains on the shirt collar and cuffs, scrubbed them clean, then rinsed and wrung out the remaining clothes, and stood on tiptoe to hang them one by one on the wire in the yard.

After doing all that, Su Nianhe still felt a bit hot.

She quickly ran back to the nanny's room, filled a basin with cool water, and wiped her body with a cool towel to cool down.

Lying back on the bed, Su Nianhe turned over.

She closed her eyes, her mind filled with the scene of bumping into Shen Huai in the courtyard.

The man was so tall that he stood in front of her like a wall, and the spot on her wrist where he had grabbed her was still burning.

She tossed and turned, listening to the chirping of insects outside the window, unable to fall asleep.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Shen Huai was also unable to sleep.

He lay flat on the bed, one hand behind his head, wearing only a white tank top.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the wooden floor.

Normally, he can fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow at this time, but today he keeps feeling a faint fruity scent lingering in his nose.

Whenever I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind is that soaking wet figure by the sink. That short, floral dress, her voluptuous curves, and that smooth, slender wrist in my hand.

Shen Huai turned over, pulled the thin blanket up to his waist, and let out a frustrated sigh.

A 26-year-old man, who had seen all sorts of beautiful female performers in the factory's cultural troupe, was now feeling uneasy because of a young girl from the countryside.

It wasn't until late at night, when a breeze picked up outside, that Shen Huai finally drifted off to sleep.

It was very hot; even the wind carried a sticky, hot vapor.

Su Nianhe stood in front of him, still wearing that shrunken floral short-sleeved shirt.

"Technician Shen," she called out to him, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of timidity.

Shen Huai didn't say anything, but stepped forward and pulled the person into his arms.

The body that crashed into him was so soft it felt boneless, pressing against his firm chest with a limp, yielding sensation. The sweet, fruity scent wafted directly onto his face, sending shivers down his spine.

Su Nianhe didn't dodge; instead, she obediently leaned into his arms, her hands gripping the hem of his vest.

Shen Huai's large hand gripped her slender waist; it was so thin that it could be measured with one hand.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her slender neck.