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

"Yaoyao...don't hide."

Shen Jin's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest, carrying a smile but brooking no refusal, "It's no use hiding."

The candlelight cast a small, flickering light on his profile, especially on his chin and lips.

Lin Zhiyao didn't dare to look at him, turning her head away, a few strands of wet hair sticking to her cheeks, her nose red and still wet with tears.

She clutched the quilt beneath her with both hands, her knuckles white, her breath coming in gasps, she felt so ashamed she wanted to cry, but her body felt like it didn't belong to her.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lower lip, not daring to make a sound, but soft sobs still escaped from her throat, sounding like she was urging him on.

………………

………………

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes were slightly dazed, her delicate body was still trembling slightly, but something icy cold gently wrapped around her ankle.

Shen Jin took out a small bell strung on a red thread from somewhere and tied it to her ( ).

To be completed.

He flicked his fingertips, and a series of clear, ringing sounds, like the sound of bells from the eaves, were delivered right in front of him.

It sounds wonderful.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were red and wet, and her feet involuntarily shrank back because of the cold bell.

The bell rang again, its sound soft.

She froze and stopped moving.

"Yaoyao, why don't we compare the sound of the night wind and the bells on the eaves to see if they last longer, or if this red rope bell lasts longer?"

Shen Jin's eyes darkened, and he turned over to lie on his side again, embracing Lin Zhiyao.

………………

"Yaoyao." He lowered his head and kissed her sweaty forehead, his voice hoarse, "From now on, only I can hear this bell sound, understand?"

Lin Zhiyao was still slightly lost in thought, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, her eyelids half-closed, and she did not answer.

The bell rang a few more times, its delicate, fragmented sound like the night wind whistling through the eaves of a copper bell, light and crisp.

The ringtone, so close at hand, was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

Shen Jin chuckled softly and pulled her even closer into his arms.

Lin Zhiyao tilted her head, her temples damp with sweat and clinging to her cheeks, tears still glistening on her eyelashes, strands sticking together. Her lips were slightly open, but she couldn't say anything, exhausted and panting softly.

Shen Jin buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, looking down at her like this, and chuckled in a hoarse voice.

He took the medicine after seeing her during the day, so he wasn't worried about Yao Yao getting pregnant.

Lin Zhiyao, lost in thought, muttered in a breathy voice, "Bastard..."

The red candle outside the window burned down to its lowest point, bursting into a flame that illuminated the intertwined figures of the two people, along with the string of bells on the red rope, all swaying in the flickering candlelight.

*

the next day.

Lin Zhiyao slept until the sun was high in the sky before she finally woke up.

In her hazy state, her snow-white calves twitched slightly, and the bell hidden in the silky smooth quilt rang muffledly.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide.

Only then did she remember what had happened last night, and she immediately came to her senses.

Not a dream.

The color drained from her pretty face.

Shen Jin has vanished without a trace.

She felt refreshed, clearly having already cleaned herself up.

But what good is cleaning her body? She... she's already...

How should one enter the palace after that?

Although Lin Zhiyao didn't know much about this, Shen Jin taught her by example last night, and she understood to some extent that having lost her virginity, entering the palace like this would surely lead to her death.

Lin Zhiyao bit her fingertips anxiously.

She really couldn't understand why Shen Jin would do this. Was it just to ruin her chance to enter the palace?

Lin Zhiyao's mind was in complete confusion. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand why her aunt would allow Shen Jin to do such a thing.

But then she remembered that before she fainted last night, Shen Jin seemed to have said he would come to see her again tonight…

Lin Zhiyao's expression changed slightly.

She had to find a way to stop Shen Jin's insane behavior.

If... if I really can't think of a solution...

Lin Zhiyao thought about her trip to Jinguang Temple to pray for blessings in a few days.

She then had no choice but to find a way to escape.

Shen Jin couldn't possibly chase her all the way to the temple to find her, could he? That would be too absurd.

*

Lin Zhiyao lay in bed thinking for half a day. She had already woken up late today, and by the time she came to her senses, it was already getting late outside.

The sunset painted the sky with vibrant colors.

A knock came at the door.

Lin Zhiyao stiffened, thinking it was Shen Jin, and didn't respond.

Then Xiao Tao's voice came through the door, "Miss? Miss, aren't you here? It's time for dinner."

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief, propped herself up on the edge of the bed, her waist was sore and weak, and the absurd positions from last night flashed through her mind, making her ears burn again.

She cleared her throat, trying her best to make her voice sound normal, but her normally sweet and soft voice still had a slight hoarseness: "Xiao Tao, come in."

Xiao Tao pushed open the door and came in, carrying a red lacquered tray with a bowl of rice porridge, two small dishes of side dishes, and a dish of osmanthus cake on it.

She placed the tray on the table, glanced up and saw Lin Zhiyao still sitting on the bed, and paused for a moment: "Why isn't Miss getting up yet? It's already this late."

Lin Zhiyao put on an outer robe and got out of bed. Her thighs ached as she moved, but she pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She walked to the table and sat down.

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