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

Shang Yu forced a smile and spoke.

"But didn't Zhao Zhao find it strange?"

Lin Zhao pursed her lips and decided to tell the truth.

"It is a bit strange, but if Brother Ayu wants to keep it, then let him keep it."

Shang Yu chuckled and pinched his cheek.

"Aren't you going to spoil me like this? Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you?"

Lin Zhao shook her head, her face full of sincerity.

"Don't worry, Brother Ayu won't."

Shang Yu pulled the man into his arms, buried his head in his neck, and kept pecking at him, as if he couldn't get enough of him.

His Zhao Zhao is simply the best Zhao Zhao in the world.

I didn't understand before why Shen Youqing and Shen Ci were always so clingy when they were dating, but now I understand. They just feel happy cuddling together without doing anything.

Shang Yu even wondered if he had developed skin hunger, but there was nothing he could do, because Lin Zhao was so fragrant and attractive.

He kept tickling Lin Zhao's neck, making her unbearably itchy and shifting uncomfortably.

As she moved around, she realized something was wrong, immediately blushed with embarrassment, sat still obediently, and whispered something.

"Brother Ayu, I'm sleepy..."

Shang Yu realized this himself and stopped what he was doing. He just held her like that for a while, until he finally calmed down, and then he picked Lin Zhao up and carried her to the bedroom.

Lin Zhao quickly stopped him.

"No, I want to go back to my cabin to sleep."

Shang Yu frowned.

"What? You don't want to sleep with me?"

Lin Zhao shook her head and explained.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"That is, Zhao Zhao, you know I'm timid, I'm scared if no one sleeps with me."

He spoke with such seriousness that Lin Zhao bit her lip and pondered for a long time, remembering that he was even afraid to take a bath, so he was probably genuinely afraid.

But then I remembered that he had always slept alone before, and I felt like he was lying to me.

But as if knowing what he was thinking, Shang Yu immediately added.

"Hey, don't think I was lying to you because I used to sleep alone. It was because I was the boss, and it would be embarrassing to have someone sleep with me."

"But things are different now. I have you now. Or, if Zhao Zhao also thinks I'm shameful, then you can leave. I'll be fine on my own."

With that, Shang Yu put him down and silently turned to walk back into the room.

Lin Zhao looked at his lonely figure and felt a pang of sadness. In the end, she took a step forward, took his hand, and spoke to him in a comforting tone.

"Brother Ayu, I won't look down on you, I'll sleep with you."

Shang Yu hugged the person tightly.

"Zhaozhao, you're so kind."

He sounded quite touched, but in reality, his triumphant smile was practically reaching for the sky.

He never imagined how much suffering he would endure that night.

"Would you like to take a shower?"

Shang Yu asked.

Lin Zhao nodded, then seemed to remember something and turned to leave.

"I'll go get my change of clothes."

Before they had gone far, Shang Yu pulled them back.

"No need to take it, just wear mine."

Shang Yu handed Lin Zhao a set of his own pajamas. This time, he didn't ask for help with his bath, not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid he couldn't resist.

When Lin Zhao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Shang Yu was already lying on the bed, propped up on his side with one hand and looking at him.

The boy was wearing his oversized pajamas, and the skin around his collarbone was faintly visible. Because they were so big, a pink corner could even be seen when he bent over.

Her hair was half-wet and hanging down, so cute and soft, it was unbelievably adorable.

Shang Yu immediately stood up, somewhat uncomfortably pulling the corner of the blanket over himself, then sat up in bed, patted the side, and reached out his hand.

"come over."

Lin Zhao moved over in small steps and reached out to touch him.

Shang Yu led him to sit down, adjusted the temperature of the hairdryer he had prepared, and dried the boy's half-wet hair.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sound in the room was the hum of the hairdryer.

Lin Zhao looked at the person who was carefully blow-drying her hair and felt like she was dreaming.

He never imagined that this person, who once stood on the steps and seemed so high and unreachable to him, would now come down from the steps and gently do these little things for him.

A warm feeling welled up inside me without my noticing.

After drying his hair, Shang Yu put the hairdryer aside and turned back.

A soft body suddenly nestled into his arms. Shang Yu was taken aback, then reached out and gently ruffled the man's fluffy hair, speaking softly.

"Tired?"

Lin Zhao blushed and nodded slightly. Actually, he was no longer sleepy, but for some reason, he just wanted to hug him.

"Then go to sleep."

Shang Yu picked her up, and the two lay down on the bed together. The air conditioning was at a comfortable temperature, and they were covered with a thin air conditioning blanket, which was just right.

He opened his hands.

"come over."

Without a second's hesitation, Lin Zhao shifted her body and buried herself in Shang Yu's arms, her small hands clutching his collar and her head resting on his neck.

Shang Yu took a deep breath. Lin Zhao was covered in his scent, and his deep-seated possessiveness was greatly satisfied.

He closed his eyes and placed a kiss on Lin Zhao's forehead, his voice soft yet exceptionally clear.

Goodnight, baby.

Lin Zhao's heart pounded wildly at the sweet, tingling sound of the word "baby," and she buried herself even deeper into Shang Yu's chest.

A muffled sound came from his chest.

Goodnight, brother.

Shang Yu chuckled softly, his fingertips touching his back, gently patting it one pat at a time.

"Go to sleep."

Lin Zhao closed her eyes and gradually drifted off to sleep in the gentle comfort and reassuring embrace.

The other person, however, couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Lin Zhao's sleeping posture was always bad; as soon as she fell asleep, she would start to rub against things in all sorts of ways.

Her hands kept wandering and touching his chest, but he was completely unaware of it, and even started snoring softly.

Helpless, Shang Yu adjusted his sleeping position and lay flat on his back, which made it even more convenient for the boy. One of his legs was placed directly on Shang Yu's waist, and the other leg even slipped inside.

Shang Yu felt a surge of desire as he was touched, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, and he whispered his name.

"Zhaozhao? Zhaozhao?"

The boy slept soundly and paid no attention to anyone.

Shang Yu took a deep breath, flipped over and pinned the person down, and raised his voice considerably.

"Zhaozhao, did you do this on purpose?"

Lin Zhao opened his eyes groggily and saw Shang Yu on top of him, thinking he was scared.

She reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him closer. This pulled them both almost touching.

Shang Yu's breath hitched, and he spoke softly.

"Zhaozhao, you asked for this..."

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.

The next morning, when Lin Zhao woke up, Shang Yu had already gone to work. He had slept soundly and had barely woken up all night, only vaguely hearing his boss calling him.

Then he felt a little heavy on his body, sat up, and suddenly realized that his clothes had been changed.