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

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her, and the bell on her ankle rang softly for a moment before she stiffened and stopped herself.

She dared not move.

I dared not cry anymore.

She thought that her momentary daze had probably caused her cousin to misunderstand something.

But she dared not explain, much less push him away. Her earlier cries and pleas had been useless. If she told the truth now, her cousin would probably really kill her in bed.

Lin Zhiyao could only shut her mouth, turn her head away, and bury her half-damp, red face in the pillow.

He continued to kiss her with his burning passion.

The shadows of the old cypress tree outside swayed through the paper window, casting a fine, messy net of shadows on the two people, tightly enveloping their intertwined bodies.

*

Lin Zhiyao swung on the swing in the moonlight.

It's called "dumping," but it's really just about abandoning her.

Shen Jin pushed her up to a high place, then let her fall back down on the swing, leaving her to tumble in mid-air like a leaf.

His toes couldn't touch the ground, and his fingers gripped the ropes tightly on both sides, making his palms red.

"Cousin... Waaah, he's too tall..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled, and she was interrupted by another high toss before she could speak. She screamed repeatedly, "Please, put me down, ah—!"

Shen Jin's burning palms were pressed against her back, his knuckles against her sides.

His voice was tinged with amusement, "Yaoyao, if you shake your little arms, you'll be able to sit still."

How did she shake it?

"I can't sit still—"

Lin Zhiyao burst into tears, tears sliding down her cheeks to her chin, only to be brushed away mid-air. "Cousin, please... ugh!"

Shen Jin did not answer.

He eased up a little, allowing the swing to come down from its highest point. Lin Zhiyao had just breathed a sigh of relief when the swing was pushed up again, even higher than before.

She could almost see the tops of the cypress trees outside the wall, and the old cat crouching on the roof, its fur bristling in the moonlight.

"Ah—" Lin Zhiyao screamed, her voice trembling with inertia, "Shen Jin!"

"Um."

Shen Jin chuckled in response, his fox-like eyes narrowing.

He switched hands to hold the swing, and with the other hand he reached over and placed it on her side.

"Don't be afraid," he said, but pushed the swing even harder.

Lin Zhiyao felt like she was about to shatter.

As the swing swung forward, Shen Jin's hand gripped her waist and hips, pulling her back. When the swing returned to its starting position, he released his grip, causing her to fall backward and crash heavily, unable to maintain her balance.

Back and forth, it was like a soft dough being kneaded by an invisible giant hand, unable to escape, and unable to get away.

"Hurry up," Shen Jin suddenly said.

"What?"

"Swing board, grip your legs tight."

He repeated, "If you don't hold on tight, how am I supposed to put you down?"

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly did as instructed.

However, the width of the swing board did not suit her.

She couldn't clamp her legs together; instead, her tension made them even stiffer. The wooden board under her buttocks was slippery, and every bump made her feel like she was about to slip off.

Lin Zhiyao sobbed, her cries drowned out by the creaking of the swing, like a frightened kitten.

Not only that, her cousin lied to her again. Even though she did as he said, he still wouldn't let her down.

Shen Jin looked down at the back of her neck.

In the moonlight, that section of neck was dazzlingly white, with fine beads of sweat clinging to stray hairs, appearing and disappearing as the swing swayed.

He stared at it for a while, then looked away to see the embroidered shoe that had been thrown off in the corner.

The embroidered twin lotus on the toe of the shoe is now only half-bloomed; the other half was probably worn away when it was thrown out earlier.

"Cousin..." Lin Zhiyao's voice weakened and became hoarse, "I can't swing anymore..."

It really can't swing anymore.

She couldn't use her waist and abdomen to exert any strength, and relied entirely on her arms to maintain her posture while hanging from the rope. Her joints ached and felt numb, and she was somewhat dazed.

It was as if his soul had been flung away.

*

She didn't know how much time had passed until dawn. Lin Zhiyao was exhausted and didn't even have the strength to cry.

The swing amplitude gradually decreased.

Shen Jin finally stopped.

He didn't help her up.

Lin Zhiyao then collapsed off the swing, landing squarely on Shen Jin's chest.

She lay panting, her hair long since disheveled, long strands of it covering her back, a few wet with tears clinging to her cheeks, her face flushed.

She cried, "Waaah, cousin, I'll never play again!"