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

The boy's soft body writhed unconsciously, rubbing against him repeatedly.

Shang Yu's rationality gradually crumbled, and the hand gripping the person's waist gradually tightened, with the veins on his arm bulging and throbbing.

He finally realized something was wrong, reached out and touched Lin Zhao's cheek; it was frighteningly hot.

Damn it.

Having been in the business world for so many years, Shang Yu naturally knew that Lin Zhao had been drugged, and that the drug was extremely potent.

It's obvious who it was; no one dares to tamper with the drinks at the bar.

"Lin Yu..."

He gritted his teeth and called out the name, clenching his fists. He couldn't even imagine what would have happened to Lin Zhao if he had gone in a moment later.

Before he could think it through, the boy in his arms suddenly grabbed his hand, pressed his burning cheek against it, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"So comfortable..."

Shang Yu's breath hitched, and the flames that erupted in his lower abdomen almost extinguished him.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily for a moment, and the breath he exhaled was even hotter than Lin Zhao's. His voice was hoarse with intense desire.

"Zhaozhao? Zhaozhao?"

Shang Yu called out softly, but Lin Zhao's eyes had already begun to glaze over, and she could no longer hear anything, only mumbling incoherently.

"It's so hot... I need to stick this on..."

Lin Zhao felt as if her whole body was on fire, except for her face and hands, which were cool, but after a while even her hands got warm.

He was in so much pain, he felt like he was going to die, but he didn't know what to do to feel better, so he cried out in distress.

"I feel so bad, so bad, sob sob..."

Seeing him in such distress, Shang Yu felt bad too, but Lin Zhao was currently delirious, and if he did anything, he feared Lin Zhao would hate him tomorrow…

"Be good, we'll be home soon, okay?"

He dared not make any movement, only holding Lin Zhao tightly and constantly comforting her.

The car arrived at the villa quickly, and Shang Yu carried the person out of the car.

Uncle Li saw that the gentleman was carrying Lin Zhao back and quickly went forward.

"Go call the doctor!"

Shang Yu gave a stern order and walked straight upstairs, bypassing Uncle Li.

Uncle Li was startled, but he didn't dare to delay and immediately dialed the family doctor's number, but it would take at least ten minutes for the doctor to arrive.

Uncle Li hurriedly followed Shang Yu upstairs, but the bedroom door was slammed shut.

He paced anxiously at the door, but dared not go in.

Inside the room, Shang Yu gently placed Lin Zhao on the bed, but Lin Zhao's hands clung tightly to his neck and refused to let go.

Shang Yu reached out and lovingly brushed the stray hairs behind Lin Zhao's ear, kissed his forehead, and gently comforted him.

"Zhao Zhao, be good. I'll go run the water for you. The doctor will be here soon, and you'll be all better in no time."

After he finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave, but the next moment, the boy in his arms suddenly sat up and kept pecking at his lips, calling out indistinctly.

"Don't go, don't go, Brother Ayu, don't go, kiss me again, kiss me again..."

Lin Zhao's voice was soft and sweet, her cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes were alluring.

Reason completely collapsed at this moment, and the restlessness that had just been suppressed erupted, with every cell in his blood agitated.

"Zhaozhao, you'll regret this."

The moment the words left her lips, an urgent kiss landed on her, deeper and more pressing than the previous one.

Lin Zhao didn't understand what this meant. He just felt comfortable being pressed against her like this, and his brother A Yu had finally come to save him.

Even when he was breathless from the kisses, and even when tears streamed down his face, he still obediently endured it.

Their movements caused the shirt to become crooked and twisted, and Shang Yu's hand unconsciously touched Lin Zhao's waist.

The piece felt smooth to the touch, and was scalding hot, almost melting him.

Shang Yu didn't dare to move. He quickly withdrew his hand, released Lin Zhao's lips, and looked at him breathlessly.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhao suddenly grabbed his hand and slipped it under his clothes.

"Touch me, touch me..."

Shang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. To make matters worse, Lin Zhao's legs had somehow climbed onto his waist and abdomen, rubbing against him unconsciously.

"Bang bang bang"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Li's voice rang out.

"Sir, the doctor has arrived."

Just as he finished speaking, a loud thud came from the doorway, followed by Shang Yu's deep, angry roar from inside.

"roll."

Uncle Li and the doctor looked at each other, somewhat at a loss, and the doctor spoke first.

"Butler Li, what is this?"

Uncle Li, displaying his professionalism, coughed lightly.

"Let's go sit in the living room for a while."

After speaking, she led the doctor downstairs, but her eyes were fixed on the bedroom, and she frowned.

But thinking that her husband was always calm and composed, and probably wouldn't do anything excessive, she felt relieved and took the doctor downstairs first.

The air conditioner, which kept the room at a constant temperature, seemed to have lost its effectiveness. The two people entwined on the bed were both panting and drenched in sweat.

It's unclear who made the first move, but their shirts had already fallen to the ground, and the moment their bare chests touched, both of them sighed.

A barrage of kisses landed on her neck and collarbone, sending a shiver down her spine. Lin Zhao instinctively flinched, her body going completely limp.

Wherever her lips touched, it seemed to ignite countless tiny flames, threatening to burn him to ashes.

The slight thirst that had subsided due to skin-to-skin contact surged again, all concentrated in one spot.

He whimpered in distress, his eyes welling up with tears. Shang Yu immediately became anxious and cupped his little face in his hands.

"What's wrong, Zhao Zhao? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Zhao directly took his hand.

"It hurts here, it hurts here, please help me, please help me, sob sob sob."

Shang Yu froze, his breathing became even heavier, and he leaned down to bury his face in his neck, his voice hoarse beyond words.

"Baby, you're really trying to kill me..."

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Everything returned to calm. Shang Yu carried the unconscious man to the bathroom, ran the water, and gently washed him.

The boy's fair body was covered with plum blossoms, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Shang Yu glanced at his unresolved desires and shook his head helplessly.

They didn't go all the way to the end; it was just him unilaterally helping Lin Zhao to find relief.

He still hopes that the two of them can do this when they are in sync, because he doesn't want to have any regrets.

Since they've already kissed, Lin Zhao can't deny it, can she?

After changing all the bed sheets and duvet covers, comforting the boy, and changing his clothes, he took out his phone and called Uncle Li.

"Call the family doctor up."

When the door was opened, nothing was visible inside. The boy on the bed was sleeping peacefully, and apart from a slightly flushed face, there was nothing wrong with him.

Uncle Li subconsciously glanced around, but lowered his head after meeting Shang Yu's gaze.

"He's been given traditional Chinese medicine; could you take a look?"

Uncle Li's eyes widened instantly. Traditional Chinese medicine?

What just now?