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

When Shang Yu returned to the room, Lin Zhao was fast asleep.

I don't know how I fell asleep. My pillow was scattered on the floor, and I was holding a bundled-up blanket in my arms, as if I was buried in it.

He picked up another pillow that had fallen to the ground, patted it, and put it back.

It looks so well-behaved, but its sleeping posture is so wild.

Shang Yu smiled helplessly and reached out to brush aside his messy, sleeping hair.

I bent down to pull the blanket up and cover him tightly, even with the air conditioning on, so he wouldn't get cold.

As soon as he made a move, Lin Zhao seemed to sense something and gripped the blanket tightly, muttering something under her breath.

"Ugh~ Don't take it, don't take it!"

Shang Yu paused, his bent-over posture frozen in place, just inches away from Lin Zhao, able to clearly smell the faint fragrance in his hair.

Seeing him clutching the blanket even in his sleep, looking so worried, my heart melted.

He stopped moving, slowed his breathing, lowered his voice, and coaxed her gently with an unprecedentedly tender tone, his voice full of indulgence.

"I won't take it, I won't take it from you. Go to sleep quietly. I'm just covering you up so you don't catch a cold."

Perhaps it was because his voice was too gentle and calming, but the person in his arms gradually relaxed a little, and the little hand that was clutching the blanket loosened its grip a little.

He buried his head deeper into the blankets and drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

Shang Yu then found an opportunity to cover his lower abdomen with a corner of the quilt.

Slowly straightening up, her gaze fell on Lin Zhao's peaceful sleeping face, the smile on her lips never fading. She stood quietly by the bed for a long time before turning around and quietly going to the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Shang Yu took a quick shower, put on a bathrobe, and came out. He scratched his wet hair, not daring to blow-dry it yet.

I was afraid of waking the person in bed.

When I came out, I saw someone sitting blankly on the bed, with their eyes still closed.

He walked over with a smile in his eyes, his fingertips naturally landing on Lin Zhao's head, which was still frizzy from sleeping.

"woke up?"

Lin Zhao rubbed his eyes; his head was still a little foggy.

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He seemed to be dreaming, dreaming that he had found a great treasure and was about to carry it home.

Then a bad guy appeared and suddenly tried to snatch it from him, but luckily he held on tightly and it wasn't taken away.

And then I think I dreamed about Brother Ayu?

He mumbled something, but he couldn't hear it.

Lin Zhao rubbed his eyes, sat for a while, and then stretched out a big yawn.

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She slowly opened her eyes, and was immediately stunned.

"Still dreaming? Not sure, let me sleep a little longer."

He muttered a few words to himself and then lay down to continue sleeping.

Shang Yu sat on the edge of the bed and witnessed the whole thing. He was completely charmed. How could she be so cute every time she woke up from her sleep?

Do you think you're dreaming?

Shang Yu leaned down, approached the person who was trying to fall asleep again with his eyes closed, and whispered in his ear.

"Zhaozhao, if you keep sleeping, you'll turn into a little lazy pig."

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and Lin Zhao felt a little itchy, so she subconsciously rubbed it.

Just then, her earlobe touched Shang Yu's lips; the cool, soft tip of her ear brushed against his lips for a fleeting moment.

Shang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Zhaozhao..."

Lin Zhao heard it clearly this time. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Shang Yu propping his head up with one hand, his cheeks flushed, and staring straight at her with an emotion she couldn't understand.

"Ah, Brother Yu?"

"Um."

Shang Yu responded, and Lin Zhao was instantly startled awake, sitting up abruptly and shrinking back slightly.

Looking around, I realized that I was actually in my husband's room, and even sleeping in his bed.

He quickly turned over to get out of bed, but the blanket got stuck around his feet, and he stumbled and fell.

"Hmm~"

A muffled groan came from behind, and when Lin Zhao looked up, she found herself lying face down on her teacher.

He was so anxious that he quickly apologized.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She propped herself up and kept stroking Shang Yu's body with both hands, trying to see if she had hurt him.

"Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere? Yes, I'm sorry, Brother Yu, I didn't mean to."

His voice gradually became nasal, and his eyes began to moisten.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, giving her a wronged look.

A nameless fire, stirred within Shang Yu, began to burn from his lower abdomen. His soft, calloused fingers ignited a fire all over his body.

But this person was completely unaware of the situation, and seeing that he didn't speak, he was so anxious that he almost reached into his chest.

If this continues, things will get out of control.

Shang Yu quickly grabbed his wrist.

"fine."

Lin Zhao looked up and met Shang Yu's expression. He had been frowning the whole time, and didn't look like he was alright.

"No, let me see. I'm so heavy, you'll definitely crush me."

As she spoke, she reached out with her other hand, and the movement was quite fast. Before Shang Yu could stop her, Lin Zhao ripped open his bathrobe, revealing his upper body with extremely defined muscles.

Just as Lin Zhao's hand was about to touch him, Shang Yu flipped over and pinned him down.

He gripped the man's wrists with one hand, breathing heavily as he looked at the person beneath him.

"Lin Zhao, if you touch me again, I'll start to suspect you have ulterior motives."

Lin Zhao was stunned. His master hadn't called him Lin Zhao in a long time. Was he angry?

A sudden tingling sensation welled up in my nose, and tears fell without warning.

He suddenly remembered that his husband had said he didn't like men, so did that mean he also didn't like having such close contact with men?

He pressed his lips together tightly, but still couldn't stop sobbing. His shoulders trembled slightly as he desperately tried to explain, his voice trembling with tears.

"I didn't, I really didn't mean anything by it, Brother Ayu, I didn't do it on purpose, I was just afraid of hurting you..."

The tears fell even more fiercely, and he panicked, not knowing what to do. He gently struggled with his wrist, which was being held in a clamp, but dared not exert any force.

"I know you don't like men, I... I'll stay away from you from now on, and I'll never touch you again, please don't be angry..."

He was sobbing, unable to speak coherently.

She was afraid that her husband would misunderstand her and dislike her in the future.

Looking at the aggrieved look on the person beneath him, Shang Yu's heart clenched, and the suppressed irritation he had just felt was instantly suppressed by heartache.

His brows furrowed even more, not out of anger, but out of helplessness.

He never expected that a casual remark he made would be remembered for so long, or misunderstood in this way.

He released the person's grip, gently wiped away their tears, and explained in a slightly awkward tone.

"I'm not angry. I... I don't like men, but I don't dislike Zhaozhao. You don't need to stay away from me."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhao stopped crying and looked at him with some confusion.

Then, suppressing his agitation, Shang Yu pulled his hand and placed it on his chest.

"If you want to touch it, then touch it."