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

Shen Huai's kiss landed gently, covering her neck and collarbone with delicate, close touches.

Two buttons on her shirt popped open quietly, revealing a clean and soft light red cotton undershirt underneath, which made her skin appear fair and smooth.

Shen Huai's warm palm slid down her slender waistline, and his fingertips slowed down deliberately as soon as they touched the button of her woolen trousers.

Su Nianhe's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out and gently pressed the back of his hand, her brows and eyes showing a hint of panic.

"What are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly, revealing her helplessness and urgency.

Shen Huai stopped what he was doing, his deep gaze falling on her flushed cheeks. His voice was low and husky, filled with intense emotion: "We've already registered our marriage."

Su Nianhe gripped her waistband tightly, refusing to loosen her grip even slightly, her eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and seriousness: "Even after we get our marriage certificate, we'll still be resting at night. Don't make a fuss in the middle of the day. I still have to get up and cut fabric later. Sister Liu Hong's batch of spring clothes still needs a dozen or so sleeves to be finished."

Shen Huai watched her earnestly focused on her work, and a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.

The little girl in front of him had clear, bright almond-shaped eyes, without a trace of romantic thoughts. She was only pure and stubborn, protecting her clothes and thinking only about working and earning money. Her innocent and naive nature made him feel both soft-hearted and helpless.

"Don't you even know what marriage means?" Shen Huai leaned down and asked her softly.

Su Nianhe blinked and nodded obediently: "I know. It means we'll live in the same courtyard, eat from the same pot, and live a good life. I'll make clothes to help support the family, and you'll work hard to earn money to support us."

Shen Huai understood instantly.

This girl lost her mother at a young age, and her father was a heartless scoundrel. The villagers only treated her as an object to exchange for dowry, and no one ever taught her the true tenderness and intimacy between husband and wife.

In her naive view, marriage was nothing more than living together, at most sharing a bed and staying together.

Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed, and the heat in his heart was mostly suppressed by this naivety.

All the surging emotions in his heart transformed into gentle restraint when he met her clear and pure eyes. Not wanting to frighten the innocent girl, he simply withdrew his hand, lay down on his side, and pulled her steadily into his warm embrace.

The firm, warm chest pressed against her soft body, and Su Nianhe's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

"You're not going to make a scene anymore, are you?" she asked softly to confirm.

Shen Huai pressed his cheek against her ear, his breath warm and deep: "We're already married, so we won't lack any of the tenderness we should have. No one taught you this, but I'll teach you slowly from now on."

Su Nianhe shrank her neck slightly, her thoughts still lingering on how they used to get along, and innocently asked, "How will you teach me? Will I learn it like writing and reading?"

Shen Huai chuckled softly at her innocent appearance, raised his hand and took her slightly cool little hand in his, his palm firmly enveloping her fingertips.

"No need for paper and pen," he said in a deep, gentle voice. "It's a unique way for couples to get along."

Su Nianhe's palms were damp with sweat, her cheeks flushed, and she awkwardly tried to pull her hand away: "Shen Huai, stop fooling around, it's not appropriate in broad daylight."

The heavy curtains blocked out the outside light, making the room quiet and warm.

"With the curtains drawn, it's the same day or night." Shen Huai gently held her wrist to prevent her from panicking and dodging, then rolled over and steadily encircled her beneath him.

"Do you really think marriage is just about living together, eating and doing the work while I earn the money?"

"That's how everyone in the village lives," Su Nianhe argued confidently and earnestly. "My father and the widow next door also lived like this."

"That's their life." Shen Huai gently brushed aside the stray hairs from her forehead, his eyes filled with a special affection for her. "We're different."

Su Nianhe looked at him with a puzzled expression: "How is it different?"

"I can't bear to see you work so hard making clothes to support the family." He lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers, his tone tender yet resolute. "From now on, I'll earn the money, and you can just relax and enjoy life without having to worry about making a living."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

Shen Huai looked down into her clear eyes, gently placing his hand on her back to soothe her: "Just stay by my side, be with me, and love me. That's enough."

……

The soft sunlight filtering through the curtains fell gently on her fair skin.

The cool air brushed against her skin, and Su Nianhe subconsciously reached for the blanket beside her.

Shen Huai gently tucked the blanket in and asked tenderly, "Are you cold?"

"Mmm." She nodded gently.

"Leaning against me, you'll warm up quickly."

He bent down, his head bowed, without the slightest impatience, but with a deep and careful appreciation.

His body, strong and upright from years of military service, held the delicate young girl firmly in his arms; the contrast between strength and gentleness was a perfect match.

Shen Huai gently protected her back with his palm, his movements extremely tender.

Su Nianhe's heart trembled slightly, and she subconsciously let out a soft cry, reaching out to slightly dodge.

Shen Huai gently took her hand and tenderly placed it on the pillow, soothing her with gentle care.

The young girl, innocent and naive, exuded a clean and sweet aura that filled the small space of the bed, stirring a burning desire within one's heart.

Shen Huai's eyes were filled with deep tenderness, his breathing was slightly heavy, but he always restrained himself and patiently coaxed the innocent little girl in his arms.

"Shen Huai..." she said softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

"Call me husband." He lowered his head, pressed his ear against hers, and gently corrected her.

"Husband..."

The two soft and sweet words stirred a burning passion in Shen Huai's heart, and all his restraint turned into a gentle surrender.

As the morning light slowly rises, it penetrates the courtyard wall and falls on the brand-new double happiness character on the window, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

The room was quiet and gentle, with only their lingering tenderness flowing between them.

He was gentle and patient throughout, showering all his affection and tenderness upon the little girl in his arms.

Su Nianhe gradually relaxed from her initial awkwardness and confusion, feeling a sense of peace in her heart.

Nestled in his arms, feeling his unique tenderness and affection, her heartbeat became slightly disordered, and her cheeks remained hot and flushed.

In her daze, she still muttered to herself, "Sister Liu Hong said that after we get married, all the money in the house should be under my control."

Shen Huai embraced her, his voice low and gentle: "All the family's savings were originally in your hands, and are under your control."

She blinked her wet, almond-shaped eyes and innocently asked, "Then...then if we get along like this, does that mean I'm in charge?"

Shen Huai chuckled softly, amused by her naive words, and said tenderly, "Let's take it slow together, okay?"

As the sunlight outside the window gradually transitioned from dawn to noon, the warm sun bathed the courtyard, while the tender intimacy inside lingered.

After a long while, Su Nianhe nestled obediently in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Huai quietly got up, put on his coat, and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of warm water.

He carried the enamel basin back into the house, soaked a clean towel in warm water, wrung it out, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently wiped her hands, feet, and skin.

The warm touch soothed Su Nianhe in her sleep, making her feel exceptionally comfortable. She subconsciously turned over, snuggling closer to him, muttering incoherently in her sleep, "Sleeves... there are still three sleeves left to finish..."

Shen Huai paused slightly in his hand holding the towel, looked down at her sleeping, well-behaved appearance, and chuckled softly.

This little girl is only interested in living a down-to-earth life; she even dreams about working.

He tidied up the basin, tiptoed back into the house, locked the door, and lay back down on the bed.

In the warm bedding, Su Nianhe subconsciously moved closer to him, her soft cheeks pressed tightly against his chest, nestled securely and dependently in his arms.

Shen Huai's long arm steadily embraced her slender waist, his chin gently resting on the top of her soft hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and peace.

A quiet room, a place of warmth year after year.