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

The figures in the painting are intertwined in one place, with their limbs overlapping.

Their postures were contorted and tightly packed, making it impossible to tell whose arm belonged to whom or whose leg was draped over whose waist.

A large cloud of pink mist rose from Lin Zhiyao's soft cheeks, burning all the way to her ears.

Although she didn't know what those actions specifically meant, just looking at the intimate posture of the man and woman in the painting, in harmony with each other, made her feel uneasy.

It felt like something scalding hot was climbing up her spine, making her fingertips numb.

Especially later on, the postures of the men and women in those paintings became more and more explicit, and even the expressions on their faces were clearly depicted.

The man frowned and his neck was tense, while the woman tilted her head back, her lips slightly parted, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Waaah..."

Lin Zhiyao's breathing became erratic.

She couldn't help but reach out her hands to cover her eyes, but before she could even raise her fingertips halfway, Shen Jin gently grabbed her wrists and pressed them down.

"Yaoyao, you're so silly."

Shen Jin's voice held a hint of laughter, but beneath that laughter lay something much stronger, like boiling honey, sickeningly sweet yet frighteningly hot. "These are all things you have to learn. How can you learn them with your eyes closed?"

Shen Jin was still holding her, but his gaze remained fixed on her profile, staring at the beautiful blush on her cheeks that spread all the way down to her neck, collarbone, and even her earlobes, which were glowing red.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings in the wind. She bit her lower lip, not daring to utter a sound, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

As Shen Jin stared at it, he felt the fire in his heart burn even brighter, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

I slightly adjusted Lin Zhiyao's position to prevent her from noticing anything amiss, as it would be bad if she were scared away.

"My dear Yao Yao."

Shen Jin first moved subtly, then leaned close to her ear, deliberately breathing on her thin skin, "Do you know what the person in this portrait is doing?"

The warm breath brushed past her ear, and that small patch of skin instantly turned a beautiful pale pink, making her look even more delicate and pitiful.

Lin Zhiyao's ears went numb, and her whole body froze as if she had been struck by acupuncture. The tears that had been welling up in her eyes suddenly slid down her cheeks and soaked her collar.

"Waaah, cousin, please stop pushing me..."

Her voice was thin and fragmented, with a clear sob in it, "Those, those are things only dogs would do..."

She spoke so softly at the end that her voice was almost inaudible, and she was so ashamed that even the tips of her ears turned bright red.

Back home, unlike Beijing, the dogs roamed freely in the streets and alleys in the spring, often overlapping each other. She caught a glimpse of them when she passed by the alley entrance, and was so frightened that she grabbed her maid and ran away. She even had a nightmare that night.

Shen Jin was clearly stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against her back, his arms shaking with laughter.

"A dog?" Shen Jin repeated, his voice thick with laughter. "Yao Yao, you're comparing yourself to a dog?"

Lin Zhiyao became increasingly embarrassed and annoyed by his laughter, tears streaming down her face, but she couldn't utter a single word.

Shen Jin finished laughing, rested his chin on her shoulder, and pressed his lips against her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against that small patch of tender flesh.

"Yao Yao," Shen Jin's voice was extremely low and slow, like the wind chimes on the eaves in the silent night, each sound seeping into the depths of one's heart.

"The content depicted in these portraits is what needs to be taught tonight, so there is no escaping it, no one can avoid it."

Shen Jin paused, his lips slightly parted, brushing against the thin cartilage at the edge of her earlobe, his fox-like eyes burning with dark fire.

"...Now that my cousin is here, he will take full responsibility."

Lin Zhiyao was both angry and anxious, and extremely embarrassed and annoyed.

How could he do this?

Whether you watch it or not, you should do it all at once.

He is supposedly an extremely honest and upright official, so how could he be so untrustworthy in private?

"Cousin, you...you broke your promise! A gentleman's word is his bond...ugh!"

"Horses? Since Yao Yao likes horses..."

Shen Jin paused, pointed to one of the paintings, and said with a smile, "Then let's start practicing with this warhorse."

*

Her spring clothes had been completely removed at some point, and even her light pink undergarment was mixed in with Shen Jin's moon-white robe.

Thin fabrics were piled up on the ground like small mountains.

Lin Zhiyao collapsed onto the bed.

She had just learned how to kiss in the painting, and thought it was finally over.

But the next second, Shen Jin buried his head in...

Lin Zhiyao was startled.

Her body was flushed, and she was nestled in the quilt, hurriedly pushing him away with her hands. "Cousin... what are you doing?"

Shen Jin did not answer, his fox-like eyes fixed on the crabapple blossoms (on the windowsill) that were soaked by the heavy rain. The pink and white petals were delicate and trembled slightly in the night breeze.

The raindrops, like dew, gathered within the intricate petals, rolled down, wetting the deep stems and leaves below.

It has a beautiful, shimmering pink hue.