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

He then loosened his wrist and straightened up so that Lin Zhao could see him more clearly.

Lin Zhao froze, blinking her wet eyes, her whole body stiff.

The fingertips touched another man's body, even though they had the same physical structure.

However, because Shang Yu has been working out for many years, his chest muscles are well-developed, and he even jumps occasionally because of his owner's tension.

Below his chest muscles were clearly defined eight-pack abs, without an ounce of excess fat, completely unlike his own soft, flat stomach.

As if possessed, Lin Zhao's fingertip gradually moved downwards and gently poked the hard abdominal muscles.

Shang Yu's breath hitched, and he covered his eyes with one hand, tilting his head back, afraid that Lin Zhao would discover the lust that he could no longer hide in his eyes.

With her other hand, she tightly gripped her bathrobe, covering her lower body...

Lin Zhao kept poking and prodding here and there, completely unaware that something was wrong.

You have to keep asking questions while you're poking at them.

Does it hurt here?

Shang Yu gritted his teeth and spoke.

"It doesn't hurt."

"And here?"

Shang Yu let out a long sigh, his breath trembling.

"It doesn't hurt..."

When Lin Zhao's hand landed on his lower abdomen, Shang Yu suddenly sat up in bed.

"Okay, the examination is complete. I said it doesn't hurt, and it doesn't hurt."

He seemed rather flustered, hurriedly pulled up his bathrobe, and coughed lightly, trying to cover something up.

"Well, it's getting late, and I'm a little hungry. Go get me something to eat."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the bathroom, leaving Lin Zhao sitting blankly on the bed.

Belatedly realizing his ears were burning red, he could still feel the lingering sensation of his master's firm muscles on his fingertips. He curled his hands up, his heart pounding wildly.

I slowly got out of bed, put on my shoes, opened the door, and went downstairs.

Standing in the restaurant, Lin Zhao was still a little dazed.

Uncle Li, who came in from outside, saw his dejected appearance and patted him on the shoulder.

Lin Zhao snapped back to reality, turned around and saw it was Uncle Li, and greeted him quietly.

"Uncle Li..."

"Hmm, you're awake?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"Um."

Then he added something else that came to mind.

"Did you bring me back, sir?"

Uncle Li paused for a moment after hearing the question before replying.

"Yes, the gentleman saw you were sleeping soundly and didn't have the heart to disturb you, so he carried you back himself."

"You brought it back?"

Lin Zhao's eyes widened. He remembered that he had fallen asleep in the car and woke up in his teacher's room.

He even wondered if he was sleepwalking!

In the end, the man carried the baby himself, and even let him sleep in his room.

"yes,"

Uncle Li stepped forward and patted Lin Zhao on the shoulder.

"Xiao Zhao, tell me the truth, do you and your husband...?"

He was so curious that he dared not ask the master, so he could only try to get information out of Lin Zhao.

Little did anyone know that Lin Zhao didn't understand at all.

"What is it?"

"Tsk~"

Uncle Li clicked his tongue lightly and lowered his voice.

"Today is Qixi Festival. You and your husband went out on a date, and you even came back wearing matching outfits. You don't need to hide it from me anymore. Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone."

He raised an eyebrow, looking knowing.

Lin Zhao immediately became anxious.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Uncle Li? It's not a date. I was just helping my husband pick out clothes. Besides, these aren't matching outfits. My husband said my clothes were too ugly, so he just bought them for me."

He spoke faster and faster, his face turning bright red.

Uncle Li assumed he was just shy and trying to hide it, and with a knowing look, he stroked his chin and pointed to the vase on the table.

"Look what that is. The master just sent me a message telling me to take good care of you. He'll let you carry it back to your little house when you wake up. Xiao Zhao, the master doesn't just give flowers to random people~"

After saying this, he smiled and left, leaving Lin Zhao standing there helplessly.

Lin Zhao looked at the blooming flowers in the vase; it was the same bouquet he had bought from the little girl earlier.

Sunlight streamed through the window, making the flowers appear even more vibrant and beautiful.

He walked over, his fingertips lightly touching the petals, his mind a jumble of emotions he couldn't quite describe.

When he touched Mr.'s body upstairs just now, he was only worried that Mr. was injured. He touched him purely out of curiosity and concern. He was relieved to find that Mr. was not in pain.

But after the gentleman left, he belatedly felt uneasy, his heart beating very fast. He was afraid that he had offended the gentleman, and he also inexplicably remembered the warmth of his fingertips.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he just felt warm inside when he was with his husband.

The man bought him clothes, carried him home, and took good care of the bouquet of flowers. He was genuinely happy.

I'm happier than when I'm with Dean Mom, the children, Uncle Li, and Xiao Ci.

But he couldn't figure out what this joy was.

Uncle Li said he and his husband were on a date, and even claimed they were wearing matching outfits, which is utterly absurd.

How can two men go on a date, especially wearing matching outfits? Uncle Li must have misunderstood and is just talking nonsense.

Thankfully, my husband wasn't there; if he had heard me, he would definitely have been angry.

Lin Zhao touched the flower again. This flower is so beautiful, let's not make flower jam, let's keep it for ourselves.

If you make them into dried flowers, they should last longer.

He picked up the vase and was about to head towards the small house when he remembered his husband saying he was hungry. He quickly turned back and placed it in the corner of the kitchen.

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Shang Yu took three cold showers before he could barely suppress the heat in his heart. Did this little thing even know what he was doing?

Can you just touch a man's abs whenever you want?

This is... insane.

He had just finished getting dressed when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Shang Yu sat on the sofa, and when he saw that the person who came in was Lin Zhao, he shifted his sitting position uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhao carried a tray and slowly walked in. As soon as she entered, she saw Shang Yu sitting neatly dressed on the sofa.

For some reason, an image of my husband wearing a bathrobe and with his upper body bare suddenly appeared in my mind, and my ears turned red instantly.

"Dinner is ready."

He lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye, and placed the plate on the small table by the bedside, speaking softly.

"I cooked noodles, I don't know if Brother Ayu will be able to eat them."

Shang Yu looked at his lowered head, his red ears, and the way he unconsciously bit his lip because of his nervousness.

He had rinsed himself with cold water for a long time in the bathroom to calm his restlessness, but then he lost control again.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke in a deliberately indifferent tone.

"Just leave it there."

Lin Zhao nodded, put the things down, and turned to leave, but was stopped by someone.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Zhao froze on the spot.

Shang Yu picked up the bowl of noodles and casually opened his mouth.

"Um, did you see the flower?"