The crybaby nanny was bullied and cried again by her yandere husband.

The bathroom door slammed shut with a loud bang, followed by the rapid click of the lock, clearly indicating it was closed hastily in a panic.

Shang Yu's eyes gradually curved into a smile. The cries that had drifted into the bathroom earlier now had a reasonable explanation.

It turns out he didn't fall; it was his Zhaozhao who was looking at that kind of thing.

Shang Yu leaned against the headboard, a playful smile playing on his lips.

The bathrobe hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing her smooth and firm collarbones, and water droplets slid slowly down her neck.

He adjusted his posture, staring intently at the bathroom door, his gaze seemingly penetrating the door and landing on the boy inside.

In the bathroom, Lin Zhao leaned against the door, her legs weak, her face flushed red, and a burning heat spread from her cheeks to her neck, even her fingertips were trembling.

He clutched his phone tightly to his chest, his heart pounding wildly.

The images and sounds from those few seconds replayed in his mind over and over again. The explicit and blatant images made his scalp tingle, and a primal sense of shame swept over his entire body.

And Brother Yu just overheard it; I wonder if he noticed anything amiss.

What if he asks? How will he explain it?

Lin Zhao was in a panic. She opened her phone, thinking that she should delete the videos first, so that even if her brother A Yu asked, he wouldn't be able to find any evidence.

We'll just say he accidentally fell off the bed, but it didn't hurt; he was just scared. Yeah, that'll do it. He's so clever.

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Lin Zhao opened his phone, intending to find and delete the videos, when several messages suddenly popped up at the top. Clicking on them revealed they were from Isa.

Isa: Hurry up and add my alternate account. I'll delete this account for you first. Send a message to my alternate account.

Below is a small business card with a blank profile picture; there's nothing there.

Lin Zhao was a little confused. He replied with "okay," and a red exclamation mark appeared on his screen.

He blinked, added the alternate account, and the message came through immediately.

Isa: We'll use this number to contact each other from now on.

Isa: How was it? Did you watch it? Did you understand it?

Lin Zhao's face flushed at the mention of this. He had initially thought that Isha had sent him some normal instructional video, never expecting it to be...

He pursed his lips and typed.

Lin Zhao: I can understand it.

Lin Zhao: But isn't that a bit too much...?

Isa replied quickly.

Isa: Which one?

Lin Zhao thought for a moment and used a more polite wording.

Lin Zhao: That's too explicit...

Isa: Oh dear, you don't understand, that's how it is. And the one I sent you was carefully selected, a relatively mild one.

Lin Zhao's gaze fell on the word "gentle," and he couldn't help but ask back.

Lin Zhao: Is this still considered mild?

Isa: Of course, I haven't even sent you the really exciting stuff yet.

Lin Zhao looked at those unfamiliar words. Although he didn't understand them, he knew they were definitely not something he could bear. His brain would probably explode after reading them.

So he quickly replied.

Lin Zhao: No, no need, please don't send it to me.

Isa: I know, I won't send you those. You're a newbie, so just look at these first. That'll be enough for you to learn.

Isa: Also, I'll share something super useful with you, I guarantee it won't hurt at all.

Then a shopping link pops up below.

"White peach oolong tea, classic and smooth, no rinsing required..."

Lin Zhao subconsciously clicked in and looked at the instructions. After reading them, he froze on the spot. How could Isha be so shameless?

He shares even this kind of thing!

Isa sent another message at this time.

Isa: Plato is good, but worldly desires are inevitable. Once you get over this psychological hurdle, you'll thank me. You're welcome.

Isha: I'm not talking to you anymore! I'll remember you...

Halfway through sending the message, Isha disappeared. Lin Zhao sent another message, but there was no reply.

He switched to the shopping page and looked at the positive reviews, all saying it was very useful. He bit his lower lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally placed an order.

After placing the order, he immediately switched apps, his face burning hot.

My fingertip lingered on those videos, and after thinking for a long time, I ultimately decided not to delete them.

"Zhaozhao?"

Shang Yu's voice came from outside the door, and Lin Zhao responded subconsciously.

"W-what's wrong?"

Shang Yu seemed to have walked to the bathroom door. His voice was very close, a deep sound coming through the door, and it was impossible to tell what emotion he was expressing.

"It's alright, I haven't heard any water sound."

He paused, forcibly suppressing the smile on his lips, and spoke softly.

"I was worried you might have fallen again."

When Lin Zhao heard him say that, she thought she had accidentally clicked on the video again. She looked at her phone in a panic, but when she realized it wasn't that page, she was relieved.

Reply as soon as possible.

"No, no, I just went to the toilet. I'll wash now."

After saying that, he quickly turned on the shower.

The moment the sound of water rang out, Shang Yu couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle and murmured something under his breath.

"Little liar."

He then turned and left.

Only after the footsteps faded into the distance did Lin Zhao breathe a sigh of relief. He quickly took off his clothes, took a shower, and dried himself off before realizing that he hadn't brought his pajamas in.

I've been wearing Shang Yu's pajamas all this time, and I didn't even bring his with me.

He looked at the bathrobe in his hand and hesitated for a moment before asking Brother Ayu for help or going out like this.

In the end, I decided to go out and get it myself.

Lin Zhao gripped the loose bathrobe she was wearing, took a deep breath, gently turned the lock on the bathroom door, and peeked outside.

The room was quiet, and Shang Yu was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone to the living room or study.

He tiptoed out, his bare feet barely touching the floor, his steps very light, as if afraid of being discovered.

His usual white pajamas were folded at the foot of the bed, just a few steps away.

Lin Zhao quickened his pace and reached out to grab it when a familiar, deep voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Finished your bath?"

Lin Zhao froze and turned around abruptly.

Shang Yu leaned against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on him.

The boy was wearing a loose bathrobe, with the collar mostly open, revealing his fair and rosy skin underneath.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he awkwardly reached out and tugged at his bathrobe.

The sudden appearance of the person caught Lin Zhao off guard. He nodded and took the pajamas.

"Um, I... I forgot to bring my pajamas."

Shang Yu slowly approached him, his tall figure quickly enveloping him.

The oppressive feeling, coupled with an inexplicable ambiguity, made Lin Zhao's heart start pounding uncontrollably again.

"Forgot to take it?"

Shang Yu stopped in front of him, leaned down slightly, and looked at him at eye level. He took his hand and gently stroked it, his tone ambiguous.

"Was Zhao Zhao doing something naughty inside just now?"