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

Summer nights are already unbearably hot and humid, and now that the two are embracing closely, Su Nianhe feels that even her breath is scalding hot.

She shifted slightly and complained softly, "It's hot."

Shen Huai stretched out his long arm, reaching over her, and pressed his palm on the button of the green Watson brand electric fan on the bedside table.

He didn't turn on the fan; instead, he fixed the airflow towards the two of them, the fan blades making a buzzing sound as a cool breeze blew straight towards them.

"It's not hot now." Shen Huai withdrew his hand and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Su Nianhe shrank her neck as the wind blew, and placed her hands on the man's tank top: "You'll catch a cold if you stay out in the wind for too long."

"I'll hold you, you won't get cold." Shen Huai rested his chin on the top of her head, tightened his arms, and naturally encircled her in his embrace.

Listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest, Su Nianhe felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Her fingers tugged at the edge of his vest, her thoughts drifting to something else.

"Shen Huai," she said softly, her voice tinged with obvious worry, "what if Aunt Liu gets up in the middle of the night and finds I'm not downstairs, or comes looking for you directly?"

"She won't come unless there's something wrong," Shen Huai said calmly.

Su Nianhe was worried and lifted her head off his chest: "You had a fight with Aunt Liu this afternoon, and she was already unhappy. If she finds out that the two of us were like this in the house in the middle of the night, she'll definitely kick me out of the compound."

These days, jobs are hard to find, and the Shen family pays high wages.

What she feared most was losing this job that provided her with enough to eat.

If she goes back to Liuhe Village, her own father will sell her to an old man for a dowry; if she stays in the city, she won't have a job and will be bullied by thugs like Zhao Qiang.

Shen Huai lowered his eyelids to look at her.

The little girl's bright eyes were filled with panic as she considered how to make a living, and the corners of her eyes were still slightly red from being frightened earlier.

"Are you that afraid of her finding out?" Shen Huai gently stroked her lower back with his large hand. "You're my girlfriend now, why don't you want anyone to know?"

Su Nianhe panicked: "If I tell you, I'll lose my job! I don't have a city household registration. If the Shen family kicks me out, where am I going to find a place that provides room and board and pays my wages?"

Shen Huai looked at her, who seemed to value her rice bowl more than anything else, and let out a low chuckle.

"Would I let you go hungry?" Shen Huai gently stroked her cheek with his fingertip. "Even if you don't work for my family, I can support you. He Jianjun's business is quite successful, or I can arrange an easy job for you at the factory. You can live however you want."

These words were so generous that Su Nianhe didn't dare to accept them.

She shook her head: "No. People in the compound are very particular about their conduct. If the couple isn't from the same social class, they'll gossip."

She paused, recalling the scene that evening when Shen Wanshan had called Shen Huai into his study, and became even more worried: "Besides, Mayor Shen is getting old and has high blood pressure. Your family values ​​reputation so much; what if they find out you're dating a country maid like me? What if they get upset and ruin their health?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Huai stopped what he was doing.

He fell silent, quickly reviewing the existing conditions and his family's situation in his mind.

My father, Shen Wanshan, is indeed deeply concerned with social class, and his attitude in the study today was very clear.

If Su Nianhe were brought into the public eye now, the opposition from her family would inevitably weigh heavily on this young girl with no connections.

Shen Huai couldn't bear to see her suffer.

After a moment's thought, he offered a practical solution.

"The textile factory built a new batch of employee welfare housing this year." Shen Huai looked into her eyes and arranged things clearly. "With my rank and contributions to the factory, I should have been allocated a two-bedroom apartment long ago. I'll go to the factory tomorrow and apply for this unit's housing now."

Su Nianhe listened blankly, her mind still a little confused.

"Once the apartment is allocated, we'll settle in a bit and then move in." Shen Huai squeezed her fingers. "Whether we're dating or getting married, we can live there. You'll be in charge and won't have to worry about anyone else's opinions."

Move out.

These four words were like a pebble thrown into Su Nianhe's calm heart.

She has always lived under someone else's roof, never having a place of her own.

Now a man is telling her that he wants to apply for a house and move in with her.

"What about Aunt Liu and Mayor Shen?" Su Nianhe was still worried.

"During this time, I will use a less intense approach to gradually let them know that we are dating and accept this fact." Shen Huai's tone revealed absolute control. "Whether they are forced to accept it or accept it voluntarily, as long as we move out, it's none of their business."

Su Nianhe was stunned.

She was uneducated and didn't understand all the intricacies of the situation.

All she knew was that Shen Huai had laid out everything about her future residence, life, and even how to deal with her parents' resistance, making all the arrangements perfectly clear.

He wasn't just having fun; he was genuinely planning their future.

"Will this... work?" she asked uncertainly.

"I'm here, that's enough," Shen Huai replied crisply.

Looking at his cold and serious face, Su Nianhe had no idea what to say.

He usually looks so intimidating and has such a bad temper, but the way he talks about the future with her now makes her feel incredibly at ease.

Moreover, he just mentioned marriage.

marry.

Those two words made her ears turn completely red.

Shen Huai cupped the back of her head with his large hand, stopping her from looking around.

"Stop thinking about useless things." He leaned closer, their noses almost touching. "Tell me first, what is our relationship right now?"

Forced into a corner by him, Su Nianhe grabbed the collar of his tank top with both hands and whispered in a barely audible voice, "My boyfriend."

"Yes, my boyfriend." Shen Huai's gaze fell on her lips, his voice hoarse. "My boyfriend wants a kiss."

The green electric fan inside the room was still humming.

Su Nianhe felt like she was on fire. Knowing she couldn't escape, she could only bargain in a low voice: "Just one kiss."

Shen Huai neither agreed nor refused, and simply turned his head away.

Unlike the eagerness of the daytime, this kiss was slow and coaxing.

Su Nianhe was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she lost her breath.

She instinctively wanted to find a slightly more comfortable sitting position.

Su Nianhe stopped what she was doing and put her hands on the man's shoulders to create some distance between them.

"Shen Huai." Her brows furrowed slightly, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a hint of confusion and complaint. "Is there something in your pocket? It's poking me."

The air in the room fell silent instantly.

The sound of the electric fan spinning was exceptionally clear.

Shen Huai's muscles tensed up at that moment, and he even paused for a second.

He was a normal, energetic 26-year-old man.

Holding such a hot-bodied, sweet-smelling beauty in his arms, who was also the one he had just decided on, it was perfectly normal to have any reaction.

But this country girl was incredibly naive in this regard, like a blank sheet of paper, and she even asked him seriously what was in his pocket.

Shen Huai's expression was somewhat stiff.

He had lived for twenty-six years and this was the first time he had ever felt so embarrassed.

"It's nothing." Shen Huai's voice was dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He grabbed Su Nianhe's waist and, with force, moved her towards his knees, avoiding that awkward position.

Su Nianhe was somewhat bewildered as he moved her.

Before she could ask another question, Shen Huai's large hand pressed down on the back of her head again.

"Don't move."

He gave a hoarse warning, then lowered his head again and kissed her more intensely and deeply than before.

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