She doesn't want to pretend anymore

If Manshu knew what the nanny was thinking, he would definitely say to her, "Why don't you just not ask for a salary?"

She has shown that she loves Yan Siyu so much, but she still wants a salary. This is really unreasonable.

Yan Zhan knocked on Manshu's bedroom door, and only pushed it open after he heard her say "Come in".

As soon as I entered, I saw Manshu lying on the soft big bed, lying like a salted fish.

"Are you sleepy?" Yan Zhan walked over, sat down beside the bed, and pinched her little face.

Manshu turned away his face and hid himself in the soft quilt.

"Just a little tired, not too sleepy."

In fact, she hasn't gone to bed yet at this time every day, but she is really tired. However, Manshu has gotten used to it.

The college entrance examination is like a huge crowd crossing a single-plank bridge. How can you complain of being tired?

"Shall I give you a massage?" Yan Zhan suggested.

Manshu's eyes lit up, but he soon looked at Yan Zhan with doubt: "Uncle San, do you know how to massage?"

"I have learned it." Yan Zhan did not say why he learned it.

Just let her lie down.

Yan Zhan adjusted his sitting position and put his hands on her shoulders.

Manshu only felt a pair of large hands restraining his shoulders, and his muscles were tense with tension.

"Relax."

Yan Zhan felt her body tense up and whispered in her ear.

Manshu's scalp felt tingling just by listening to his voice, and he couldn't relax at all.

"Don't talk in my ear, I'm ticklish."

Manshu wasn't really ticklish, but when Yan Zhan did this, his breath sprayed on the back of her neck.

She really couldn't help wanting to hide away.

Manshu shrank to the side and said, "Forget it, forget it, Third Uncle, please don't give me a massage. Let me lie down for a while."

Yan Zhan was not willing to let her go just like that: "No, I'll give you a massage, it will make you feel much more relaxed, don't be too nervous. I don't eat people."

There was a smile in his voice as he spoke.

"Even if we want to eat, it's not now."

Manshu seemed to understand, but not quite, and slowly relaxed his body, allowing him to massage him.

After he presses it for a while, he will come to his senses.

Is the phrase "eating people" a double entendre?

Yan Zhan’s massage felt very comfortable, but the force was a bit strong.

Manshu couldn't help but moan as he pressed her hard, "Well, it's too heavy, be gentler, Third Uncle, be gentler!"

When she called him that, Yan Zhan's face suddenly turned red.

His eyes were filled with lust, and he almost lost control when he saw the defenseless little girl.

"Uncle San, why don't you press it anymore? I told you to be gentler, not to stop. And the left side, a little below the left side, it's sore there..."

Manshu went from being awkward in the beginning to becoming a conductor now.

Yan Zhan looked helpless, this girl!

He followed the location she said: "Is it here?"

His voice was quite hoarse, but unfortunately, Manshu was unaware of it.

I wanted to nod: "Yes, that's right, let's make it heavier, it feels more comfortable...ah!"

"Stop screaming!" Yan Zhan couldn't bear it any longer, his throat was dry and itchy.

His voice was a little loud and his tone was a little heavy, so Manshu shut up immediately.

She didn't know how she had offended this man.

“Uncle San, if you don’t want to press it, don’t press it.”

What's wrong with me screaming? You're not allowing me to scream even though it hurts me?

Manshu was very unhappy.

Yan Zhan stroked the back of her neck and softened his voice: "Manman, do you know what you sound like when you scream?"

like what?

Manshu looked confused and turned to look at him. He found that his eyes were a little red and he was looking at him deeply.

She reacted suddenly.

Oh my god, this seems to be too much!

Outside, the housekeeper, who had originally wanted to ask the two to go downstairs for a midnight snack, was stunned.