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

Lin Zhao's mind went blank for a moment, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked up at him, waving her hands frantically.

"I, I didn't, I just did, I just..."

What was he doing? He couldn't speak for a long time.

Shang Yu chuckled to himself, grabbed his hand, and gently pulled him into his arms. Without warning, he lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the bed.

Lin Zhao subconsciously reached out and hugged his neck. Shang Yu was very pleased with his unconscious dependence on him.

Reaching out to hold his icy little feet, Lin Zhao instinctively flinched.

"Don't move, the ground is so cold. You'll catch a cold if you go out without shoes."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao indeed stopped moving and nestled obediently in his arms, her ear tips turning bright red. She remained silent, hoping that this would change the subject.

But the man didn't seem to be ready to let him go, and looked down at him.

"Hmm? Why isn't Zhao Zhao saying anything? What were you doing inside just now?"

Seeing that the topic had come full circle, Lin Zhao racked her brains and her eyes darted around, frantically trying to come up with an excuse.

Just as he was about to speak, Shang Yu suddenly spoke up.

"I know, Zhao Zhao was just playing on her phone inside for a while, wasn't she?"

Lin Zhao nodded immediately.

"Yes, I just looked at my phone for a while."

The boy seemed to think he had found an excuse, completely unaware that he had been tricked, and even smugly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shang Yu was charmed by his cuteness and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, it must have been something really interesting."

Lin Zhao's heart tightened, thinking that he knew, so she reached out and tugged at his hand, tentatively speaking.

"How...how did you know?"

Shang Yu leaned closer, his nose touching Shang Yu's cheek, his tone playful.

"With such a red face, it's hard not to notice."

The moment the warm breath touched her skin, Lin Zhao recoiled as if burned, lost her balance, and fell backward.

Shang Yu reacted quickly and grabbed the boy's slender waist. Lin Zhao's already loosely tied bathrobe belt slipped completely, revealing a large area of ​​skin on his shoulders.

He exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly raising his hand to tug at his clothes, feeling so embarrassed he wanted to disappear into the ground.

Seeing this, Shang Yu picked Lin Zhao up and sat him on the edge of the bed. He stopped teasing him and squatted down to gently slip slippers onto Lin Zhao's toes, his tone softening.

"Stop it."

He took the pajamas from the foot of the bed and placed them on his lap.

"Put it on quickly, the air conditioning is too cold, don't catch a cold."

Lin Zhao quickly took the pajamas, hugged them tightly to her chest, and her ears turned bright red.

"Thank you, thank you, Brother Yu."

After saying that, he rushed to the bathroom, closed the door, and gasped for breath, clutching his pounding chest.

His gaze fell on the table, where the feather brooch sat quietly, shining even brighter under the bathroom's incandescent light.

Lin Zhao walked over, placed it in her palm, and unconsciously curled up the corners of her lips.

When he came out after changing his clothes, Shang Yu had also changed into his pajamas, which were the same as his, also white.

The man opened his arms, tilted his head, and looked at him.

Lin Zhao understood, clenched the hem of her pajamas, slowly moved over, and stood in front of him.

Shang Yu gestured with his eyes to his leg, but didn't say anything, just stared at him.

Lin Zhao was still clutching the brooch in her palm. Without much hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his embrace.

Shang Yu let out a comfortable sigh, resting his head on the crook of his neck and rubbing against it.

"The baby smells so good."

"Ah, Brother Yu..."

Lin Zhao heard the man's strong heartbeat, each beat like a sharp thud on his heart.

"Um?"

"I actually just..."

He bit his lip. Shang Yu looked down at him with some surprise, wanting to see how he would explain.

Then a muffled sound came from inside.

"I was just watching some interesting videos on Douyin (TikTok), and they were quite entertaining."

Trying to cover it up only makes things worse; it's not a smart excuse. Shang Yu looked at his bright red ear tips, shook his head helplessly, and hugged him even tighter.

"Okay, I believe you. Go to sleep, it's late."

After saying that, he tucked the person into the blanket and was about to lie down when Lin Zhao suddenly reached out his hand.

"The brooch hasn't been put on yet!"

Shang Yu reached out and took it, placing it on the bedside table before turning to look at him.

"Is it all right now?"

Lin Zhao lifted the air-conditioning blanket with satisfaction, lay down obediently, and squinted her eyes.

"Alright, alright, goodnight, Brother Ayu."

Shang Yu leaned down and kissed his forehead, then turned off the light and snuggled into the blankets. With a gentle pull, he drew the man into his arms once more.

"Now it's really all right."

He pulled his hand back a little, then hugged Lin Zhao even tighter, the two of them almost touching, before he spoke softly.

Goodnight, baby.

Lin Zhao felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Every time she heard Brother Ayu call her "baby," she would feel especially happy, and this time was no exception.

He reached out and hugged the man's waist, whispered goodnight, and then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zhao felt a little thirsty. He groggily opened his eyes, wanting to get out of bed to pour himself a glass of water. He casually reached out and touched nothing but empty space.

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the person sleeping beside him was gone.

He quickly sat up and heard the rustling sound of water coming from the bathroom. In the darkness, staring at the closed bathroom door, Lin Zhao's mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long while, before the bathroom door opened, he quickly crawled back under the covers and pretended to be asleep.

The bed behind him sank down, and a slightly cool, damp body covered him, only lightly resting on his waist, as if afraid of waking him.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Lin Zhao thought he had fallen asleep, the man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his body involuntarily began to rub against him.

Lin Zhao was startled; the sensation was so intense that he instinctively covered his mouth.

The movements behind him became increasingly audacious, and his fingertips slipped inside the hem of his pajamas.

The slender fingertips moved across the surface, sending a tingling sensation through Lin Zhao's scalp, yet she dared not move.

Seemingly unaware that he was awake, her movements, though careful, were also quite bold.

Lin Zhao's heart was in her throat, and she really didn't know how to react.

The man's hand also began to move downwards, no longer satisfied with the upper part.

Lin Zhao couldn't hold back any longer.

A low moan escaped his lips, startling him. He covered them even tighter.

The person behind him stopped moving instantly, quickly withdrew their hand, rolled off the bed, and went into the bathroom.

When the sound of water resumed, Lin Zhao finally let go, panting softly. Looking at the bathroom door, he felt a mix of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

So, does Brother Ayu have to endure this much hardship every night?