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

It was completely dark outside. The north wind was whistling through the branches of the Chinese toon tree in the yard, making a soft rustling sound as it hit the windowpane.

The fire in the coal stove in the kitchen gradually dimmed.

Shen Huai picked up the iron pot with a rag and put the last dish of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts into a white porcelain plate.

On the round table in the main room, there was already a plate of stir-fried cabbage with vinegar and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, with two bowls of steaming rice next to it, a combination of meat and vegetables.

He washed his hands, dried them with a towel, and turned to push open the door to the east cubicle.

The main lights were not on inside; only a dim, yellowish table lamp was lit.

The stove was burning brightly, and the temperature was much higher than outside.

Su Nianhe was still asleep.

She had been through so much in the afternoon that she didn't even have the strength to turn over. She was buried in the thick quilt, with only a small section of her fair neck showing.

Shen Huai took off his dark gray cotton coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

He lifted the corner of the blanket, bringing with him a breath of crisp, cool air and the faint aroma of food, and slipped directly into the warm bed.

Feeling the warmth beside her, Su Nianhe naturally rolled into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest in his white shirt, and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.

Shen Huai reached out and pulled the girl, blanket and all, into his arms. The little girl was sleeping warmly, and the rich, sweet fragrance emanating from her body, permeated the blanket, became even more alluring, wafting into his nostrils.

He lowered his head, pressed his cheek directly against her chest, and deliberately rubbed his stubble-covered chin against hers.

"Mmm..." Su Nianhe felt itchy from his rubbing, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed together.

She didn't even open her eyes, but used her soft hand to push his head, "Sleepy."

Shen Huai didn't back away; instead, he pressed down even more forcefully, his large, rough, calloused hands soothing her waistline.

"Get up and eat." He spoke in a low, husky voice, close to her ear.

"I don't want to eat." Her voice was as soft as water, with a heavy nasal tone. "I have no energy, my legs are sore."

"Where will you get the strength if you don't eat?" Shen Huai lifted her up a little. "The food is ready, there's meat in it."

Su Nianhe has always been obsessed with meat, but today she was really scared of being tortured.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, like an ostrich hiding in the sand, stubbornly refusing to get up.

Seeing her charming and innocent expression, Shen Huai stopped what he was doing. He reached out his long arm to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a thin foreign language picture book.

Shen Huai leaned against the headboard, holding the picture book in one hand and his other arm around her waist.

"It's fine if you don't eat." Shen Huai's tone was very calm, with a serious yet wicked air. "You said I didn't teach you during the day, but now that I have time, I'll teach you."

Su Nianhe vaguely heard the words "teach you" and thought he was going to repeat what happened during the day.

She was startled and forced her eyes open.

In my line of sight, Shen Huai was leaning against something, holding a brightly colored book in his hand.

"What's this?" She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up a little.

"The book." Shen Huai opened the book to a page and laid it out in front of her.

Su Nianhe looked down and her mind went blank; her cheeks and neck turned completely red.

It wasn't a clothing pattern at all; it was two naked little figures, drawn clearly and with extremely realistic lines. Even their movements were drawn perfectly.

"Where did you get this book from!" She quickly reached out to cover the pages, her palm burning hot.

Shen Huai didn't let her cover it. He grabbed her wrist with his large hand, pulled it away, and pressed it onto the pillow.

"He Jianjun brought it," he answered confidently, his gaze falling on her flushed face. "Since you don't know anything, you have to learn. Otherwise, you won't be able to handle it later and will blame me for bullying you."

"I won't learn it!" Su Nianhe turned her head away, not daring to look at it at all. "This is stuff for hooligans, take it away."

Shen Huai chuckled, his chest trembling violently, so much so that Su Nianhe could feel the tremor on his wrist.

"I'm your legal man. Is this what you call being a hooligan?" He rubbed his fingertips against her wrist twice. "This is science. Turn your head and look."

Without allowing her any discussion, he turned her face back and forced her to look at the picture book.

"Here." Shen Huaichang pointed to a spot on the map, his voice lowering. He began to read the foreign text aloud in a deep voice, translating it into plain language as well.

His pronunciation was extremely standard, and his enunciation was clear. But in this environment, the extremely straightforward vocabulary coming out of his mouth was simply unsettling.

Su Nianhe felt her body burning up and wished she could disappear into the ground.

"Stop reading..." she pleaded softly, trying to pull her hand back to cover her ears.

"No." Shen Huai not only didn't stop, but moved even closer.

His warm breath hit her earlobe with a strong sense of aggression.

"Didn't you ask during the day if this was also your responsibility?" He brought up the lame excuse she'd made up in bed earlier that day, his tone blatantly mocking. "Now you see clearly who's really in charge of this."

He traced the lines on the booklet with his finger, explaining in great detail.

He not only talks about it, but also compares it with other materials.

His large hand naturally slipped into the blanket, reaching the most disturbed spot.

"This is the location shown on the map," Shen Huai explained in a low voice, his fingers applying slight pressure.

Su Nianhe gasped, her lower back suddenly aching.

"Don't touch it..." Her eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled.

"What will happen if I touch it?" Shen Huai asked her deliberately.

Before she could answer, he read aloud the next paragraph of the translation: "It says that this will cause a reaction in the nerve endings, leading to an increase in body temperature..."

The contrast between the professional and explicit vocabulary he used and the calm, almost academic tone he delivered was striking.

Su Nianhe was so ashamed and angry that she had no other choice but to open her mouth and bite his arm.

She didn't dare to use real force; she just rubbed her teeth against the shirt fabric, like an impatient kitten.

Shen Huai let her bite him without even flinching.

When she got tired of biting and let go, he put down the picture book, cupped the back of her head with his large hand, and pressed her towards him.

"Do you understand?" He pressed his nose against hers, their breaths mingling.

Su Nianhe was panting, her eyes were watery, and there were still physiological tears on her eyelashes.

"I don't understand..." she stubbornly insisted.

"If you don't understand, keep learning." Shen Huai pretended to reach for the picture book.

"I understand!" Su Nianhe quickly changed her mind, hugging his neck tightly to stop him from taking the book. "I understand, okay?"

Looking at her pitiful appearance, which seemed to have been bullied so badly, Shen Huai could no longer hide the smile in his eyes.

Instead of grabbing the book, he casually put his arm around her waist, lifted her up, and made her straddle his lap.

Su Nianhe exclaimed in surprise and quickly grabbed his shoulder to steady herself.

The man's body heat flowed continuously, making her feel weak all over, and she could even feel a noticeable change.

"Why should I teach you these things?" Shen Huai stopped teasing and his tone became extremely serious.

He held her slender waist with both hands, his thumbs gently caressing her sides.

"Because I want you to know very clearly what I'm doing to you." He looked into her eyes, speaking frankly and openly, "This is a matter between husband and wife. You can't always be confused, thinking that marriage is just about living together for convenience. You need to understand that I have desires for you, very strong desires."

Su Nianhe was stunned by his words.

In Liuhe Village, such matters are kept secret and cannot be made public. Even between husband and wife, it is mostly the man who makes rough demands, while the woman only feels ashamed and even regards it as a task to continue the family line.

No man had ever spoken so frankly about his desires, and had even held up a book to tell her in a serious tone that it was normal, that she had the right to know, and even more so, the right to enjoy it.

"I..." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, her heart pounding.

"I don't just want you to understand." Shen Huai's large hand gripped her back, pulling her closer to him. "I also want you to gradually get used to it. You can't always be like you were today, crying at the slightest touch."

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice completely hoarse.

"So you won't be unable to handle it later."

Su Nianhe understood the implication in his words, and her face turned bright red.

She buried her face in his shoulder, not daring to look at him. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and in the end, she could only grasp at the most tangible things.

"Eat." After hesitating for a while, she finally managed to utter these two words, "I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."

Shen Huai's chest trembled, and he chuckled softly.

He stopped teasing her, took the light camel-colored cotton coat from the foot of the bed, wrapped her up tightly, and picked her up, coat and all.

"Okay, let's go eat meat." He carried her towards the main room.

Nestled in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, Su Nianhe felt her shame slowly fade away, and she felt more at ease than ever before.

This is her man.

It's legal.