Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Almost a month has passed quickly.

Aside from being clingy and engaging in sexual activity, Shen Jin was actually very good to her.

He would cook her all sorts of delicious meals.

In the morning, it's French toast with maple syrup; at noon, it's pan-fried foie gras with black truffle; and in the evening, it's slow-cooked short ribs with red wine sauce.

The desserts are different every day, including tiramisu, soufflé, crème brûlée, macarons, and even rare desserts that were hard to find even before the apocalypse.

A month later, Lin Zhiyao had gained some weight and her complexion had become much rosier. She was no longer the overly thin woman who would fall over if the wind blew her away, but had become well-proportioned and looked even more beautiful.

But Lin Zhiyao was still very troubled because Shen Jin was clinging to her too much, to the point of being pathological.

He would hold her while doing everything, almost as if she were a cotton doll, always by his side.

He fed her, held her hand while they went for walks, carried her up and down the stairs, and even bathed her, not letting her refuse, as if she were a fragile object unable to take care of herself.

"Yaoyao, open your mouth."

Shen Jin sat beside Lin Zhiyao, unaware of what she was thinking, and forked a piece of freshly fried foie gras to her lips.

Lin Zhiyao obediently opened her mouth. The foie gras melted in her mouth, and the sauce was rich but not greasy. To be honest, it was delicious, and it was even comparable to the skills of world-renowned chefs before the apocalypse.

Shen Jin looked at her puffed-out cheeks, wiped the sauce off the corner of her lips with his thumb, and then put the finger in his own mouth, his gray eyes fixed on her.

Lin Zhiyao's ears burned, and she lowered her head to cut the steak on the plate, pretending not to have seen it.

Shen Jin wouldn't let her go. He wrapped his arm around the back of the chair and pulled her closer to him, resting his chin on her shoulder and breathing on her neck. "Why isn't Yao Yao paying attention to me?"

"I'm eating..."

Lin Zhiyao protested softly, the knife and fork making a slight clinking sound on the porcelain plate.

"Um."

Shen Jin gave a perfunctory reply, his nose brushing against her earlobe, before suddenly opening his mouth and taking her earlobe into his mouth.

Lin Zhiyao's hand trembled, and the fork almost fell to the ground.

She turned her head to try to dodge, but he held the back of her head, and the kiss traveled from her earlobe to the corner of her lips.

With the salty aroma of foie gras, the tip of her tongue pried open her teeth and swept away the food residue she hadn't had time to swallow.

"Ugh—"

Lin Zhiyao was breathless from the kisses, her fingers clenching the fabric of his shirt, feeling that he was starting again.

"Shen Jin..."

Taking a breath, Lin Zhiyao managed to squeeze out his name, her voice trembling at the end, "The food... the food's getting cold..."

"If it gets cold, just heat it up again."

Shen Jin's voice was low and husky, his gray eyes swirling with a dark, lustful light. "Now, I want to eat something else."

He picked Lin Zhiyao up from the chair and strode towards the kitchen counter.

"Shen Jin, it's daytime..."

Lin Zhiyao blushed and tried to push him away, pressing her palm against his chest. It was no longer cold there; the touch was hot, and she pulled her hand back as if she had been burned.

"What happened during the day?" Shen Jin chuckled, his teeth gently biting the delicate skin on her neck, leaving a faint red mark. "My Yao Yao, you're beautiful no matter what."

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Zhiyao finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed into Shen Jin's arms, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red and wet, and her lips glistening.

Shen Jin hugged her tighter, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing equally disordered. He stared at her for a long time, his light gray fox eyes filled with satisfaction. "Drink this, Yao Yao."

Shen Jin held the glass to her lips; the amber liquid shimmered with a rich luster under the light.

Lin Zhiyao's unfocused gaze refocused.

No matter how the food changed, Shen Jin insisted that she drink this unknown juice after every meal.

Lin Zhiyao frowned and took a sip. The strange, sweet and fishy taste spread in her mouth, making her want to vomit.

No matter how many times she tried, she could never get used to it.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away and protested softly, "I don't want to drink this..."

"No." Shen Jin's tone left no room for argument, his fox-like eyes fixed intently on her. "You must drink it."

"But the taste is so strange..."

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, a layer of mist rising in her almond-shaped eyes, "It tastes like blood..."

Shen Jin's fingers paused for a moment, then he held her chin and brought the glass closer. "Be good, finish it. It's for your own good."

His voice was deep and carried an irresistible sense of pressure.

Lin Zhiyao dared not resist any longer, and frowned as she drank the rest of the juice in one gulp.

Shen Jin gently ruffled her hair with satisfaction, then leaned down and planted a kiss on the corner of her lips. "Yao Yao is such a good girl."

Lin Zhiyao didn't speak, but silently wondered what this thing was and why Shen Jin insisted that she drink it.

For a time, she even thought it was for contraception...

Because Shen Jin had never worn it before.

Aside from mealtimes, the place Shen Jin liked to cling to her most was the dimly lit home theater.

Like this moment.

The projection screen glowed with a deep blue light.

Lin Zhiyao nestled in a corner of the leather sofa, staring at the screen.

Shen Jin's arm naturally rested on the back of the chair behind her, partially enveloping her in his shadow.

Shen Jin didn't speak or watch the movie. He simply rested his chin on her shoulder and played with her fingers with one hand. His fingertips caressed her slender knuckles, from fingertip to base, with just the right amount of pressure, as if he were playing with some precious jade.

On the screen, the horror movie's female lead pushed open the tightly closed door—

"what!"

Lin Zhiyao was startled by the suddenly appearing ghost face and cried out, burying herself in Shen Jin's arms.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, tightening his arms around her and holding her tightly in his embrace. He cupped the back of her head and gently stroked her long hair. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Shen Jin's voice was deep and reassuring.

As Lin Zhiyao gradually calmed down, she felt that his fingers were no longer satisfied with playing with her fingers, but slowly moved upwards, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her closer to him.

Sensing danger, Lin Zhiyao protested softly, "We're watching a movie..."

"Mmm." Shen Jin responded, his nose brushing against her earlobe, then suddenly kissing her neck, pecking at it repeatedly. "But Yao Yao is prettier than in the movie."

Lin Zhiyao trembled all over.

The horror movie on the screen continued, with screams and background music intertwined, yet all of them became background noise.

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin turned her over so that her back was to the curtain, his light gray fox eyes reflecting her panicked almond-shaped eyes. "Look at me."

"But the movie..."

"I'll see tomorrow."

Shen Jin interrupted her, grabbed her chin and kissed her, "Now, look at me."

The images on the screen continued, and the horror movie happened to be playing a sex scene designed to attract attention, mixed with their voices.

"Let's try this."

"No, no—"

"Okay." Shen Jin interrupted her, kissing her soft lips and swallowing her protest. His hand slowly moved up, his fingertips touching her warm, soft skin, his touch very gentle.

The movie on the screen had ended sometime ago, leaving only the dim, cold light of the projector without a picture. Shen Jin carried her out of the home theater, through the corridor, and towards the master bedroom on the second floor.

"Tomorrow..." Lin Zhiyao mumbled sleepily, "I want to finish watching this movie..."

"Okay." Shen Jin placed a kiss on the top of her head, his voice hoarse. "We'll see tomorrow."

But Lin Zhiyao knew she wouldn't finish watching it tomorrow. Whether it was a romance, horror, art film, or even a documentary, it would all eventually become a "movie" dominated by Shen Jin.

Lin Zhiyao has lost count of how many movies she has watched three or four times but has never been able to finish them.

*

On the edge of the villa area.

"Oh shit."

After taking stock of the remaining supplies, Su Wanqing realized that even with extreme frugality, they could only last for three more days, and she couldn't help but curse angrily.

They were trapped here and died.

A month ago, they were preparing to leave that day, but while packing their supplies, zombies suddenly surrounded the area.

The team that started with eight people has now been reduced to four – Su Wanqing, her boyfriend, the burly man, and another man.

But just yesterday, another man died, his throat bitten off by a zombie.

Now there are only three people left.

Su Wanqing coughed uncomfortably twice, her brows furrowed.

Ever since she abandoned Lin Zhiyao, she has been tormented by this strange symptom, which has become increasingly severe. It has been a full month now, and sometimes she feels a burning pain in her lungs just from breathing.

The three remained silent.

"Go deeper in?"

Suddenly, the burly man suggested turning his gaze to the core area of ​​the villa.

"Are you crazy?" his boyfriend glared at him. "Going to your death?"

"So what do we do? Wait to die?"

The burly man kicked the door angrily, shouting, "I'd rather risk everything than starve to death here!"

Su Wanqing listened in silence, her gaze once again fixed on the most luxurious villas in the distance.

There might be supplies there.

Perhaps there are weapons.

Perhaps... it will allow them to hold on for a little longer.

"I know the way; I came here when I was a child."

Su Wanqing suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, "Even if it's risky, it's better than being trapped and waiting to die."

The three looked at each other in silence for a moment, then nodded and decided to take a gamble.

They proceeded cautiously along the edge of the villa district, passing through abandoned villas and avoiding hordes of wandering zombies.

Su Wanqing walked at the front, leading the way with her hazy memory. Her throat grew increasingly itchy, and she suppressed coughs in her chest, but sometimes she couldn't help it, and so the burly man died.

Having escaped the zombies' pursuit, Su Wanqing gritted her teeth, squeezed through the last thicket of bushes, and emerged covered in dust, only to find a bright and clear view before her.

In the distance, there is a continuous cluster of European-style villas with red tiles and white walls. A fountain gurgles in the center of the square, and the villa in the very center occupies a very large area with floor-to-ceiling windows that reflect dazzling light.

Su Wanqing was stunned.

Everything before my eyes was too bizarre, like another world, as if the apocalypse had never come.

"This, this is..."

Her boyfriend stared wide-eyed at what he was seeing in disbelief.

The area in front of us was incredibly clean; there were no zombies, no corpses, not even a trace of the apocalypse.

The fountain is still gushing, the lawn is still being mowed, as if someone has always lived here...

Danger.

The extreme eeriness also foreshadows extreme danger.

Instead of feeling happy, the two were gripped by an immense fear.

"What on earth lives here...?"

Su Wanqing murmured to herself, when suddenly she saw a familiar figure flash by in the second-floor window.