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

[To the reviewer: This is a quick transmigration story set in an ancient feudal world. The male and female protagonists have a legal and reasonable relationship in that era!]

What should she do?

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyes, twisting a handkerchief in her hands, biting her lip, and a faint moisture quickly appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.

*

The whole afternoon.

Lin Zhiyao was restless, her eyes constantly glancing at the tightly closed door.

Dusk crept in inch by inch.

The sound of Buddhist bells echoed through the mountains, and the chanting of evening prayers was deep and resonant.

Apart from the lunch break, Shen Jin has disappeared without a trace.

During dinner, Xiao Tao went to the kitchen and brought back vegetarian food, saying that she had bumped into Shen Jin in the corridor.

"The young master is talking to the abbot, and he's holding a scroll of official documents. He's really busy; what a good official!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all afternoon, finally settled down, and she picked up the bowl of porridge and took two sips.

Perhaps she was overthinking it.

Shen Jin was an official who had come to the capital to report on his duties. He had the affairs of the court on his shoulders, and he couldn't just think about those absurd things day and night.

After dinner, Xiaotao cleared away the dishes and left.

Lin Zhiyao stared at the oil lamp on the table for a long time, finally convincing herself that Shen Jin was probably busy with official business tonight and wouldn't have time to come see her.

She blew out the lamp, lay down, slowly exhaled, and closed her eyes.

Sleepiness gradually crept in.

Before Lin Zhiyao could fall asleep, the quilt was pulled off.

A cool hand slid up from the seam of her inner garment, encircling her slender waist, and with a slight pull, firmly held her in its embrace.

Lin Zhiyao froze, able to feel the outline of his thin yet powerful chest muscles through his clothes.

It fit snugly against every inch of her spine.

It's obvious without even thinking that it's Shen Jin.

He carried the coolness of night dew and the scent of pine and ink, mixed with a very faint hint of sandalwood, suggesting that he had indeed been walking around the temple just now.

Lin Zhiyao's pink lips trembled slightly. Before she could speak, she felt Shen Jin's breath on the back of her neck, his breath hot.

"Yaoyao isn't asleep yet?"

Shen Jin's voice was low and tinged with amusement. His breath brushed against her earlobe, across that small patch of delicate skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Perfect timing, my cousin isn't asleep either."

"Cousin...how did you get in?"

Lin Zhiyao asked in a low voice, her breathy tone trembling.

Shen Jin didn't answer, but instead took her earlobe into his mouth from behind, his tongue tracing the soft bone, his lips and tongue burning hot.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes involuntarily welled up with tears of life. She gripped the edge of the quilt, her waist held tightly by a large hand, making her feel as if she were nailed to the ground and unable to move.

"Cousin, cousin, don't you have official business to attend to..."

"Mmm." Shen Jin responded vaguely, his lips sliding from her earlobe to the side of her neck, his tongue licking down the thin, pulsating vein, obsessively feeling the life force throbbing for him.

He stretched his hand out in front of her, his fingertips caressing her full, rosy lips, and said with a smile, "You've finished your official duties during the day, so naturally... it's your turn to handle things at night, cousin."

"Hmm!"

Lin Zhiyao was forced to open her mouth.

Shen Jin's lips, which were resting on her neck, gradually increased in intensity, turning from a light touch into a sucking kiss...

The sound of chanting came from afar outside the window paper. The chanting of Amitabha Buddha drifted into the courtyard, torn into fragments by the night wind, mingling with her breaths that were muffled by him when he...

Lin Zhiyao didn't sleep well that night.

She never imagined that this would happen every night afterward.

*

The following days were spent in the temple.

Lin Zhiyao experienced firsthand what it means to have two faces.

During the day, Shen Jin is upright and gentlemanly.

He would stand under the eaves and discuss Buddhism with the abbot. His handsome profile was warmed by the sunlight, and his voice was gentle and polite. Even the young nuns in the temple couldn't help but take a second look when they passed by.

Sometimes when Shen Jin saw Lin Zhiyao walking in the courtyard, he would nod slightly, smile at her, and call her "cousin". His fox-like eyes looked even softer and warmer in the sunlight because of his smile. His voice was clear and his posture was upright. There was not a single fault to be found.

Anyone who saw him would praise him, saying that he truly lived up to his reputation as the upright and honest eldest son of the Shen family, a gentleman of noble character and refined manners.

But once night falls, that layer of human skin peels away completely.

Shen Jin would come over from next door, sometimes with a new picture book in his hand, teaching her to follow along; sometimes he would come without anything, only with the night dew on his body and his scorching breath, holding her wrist and pressing her down on the couch.

His palms were burning hot, his strength was firm and irresistible, and the breath between his lips was completely different from his gentle demeanor during the day.

Lin Zhiyao was tossed and turned by him, the bell on her ankle ringing and stopping, stopping and ringing again, the faint sounds being drowned out by the wind outside the window in the middle of the night, and then picked up by her panting.

She thought that she could just get through the night.

But later, Shen Jin even refused to restrain himself during the day.

*

One afternoon, the sunlight was just right.

The faint sound of chanting came from the main hall of the temple, where nuns circumambulated the Buddha and chanted sutras, while the wooden fish was struck with a deep and steady rhythm.

Lin Zhiyao was kneeling on a prayer mat, listening to the abbess leading the congregation in reciting the Lotus Sutra. The chanting of the sutra drifted out from the hall. She lowered her eyes and twirled her prayer beads with her fingertips.

But, suddenly.

Behind the side hall door, separated by a wall, Shen Jin sneaked in at some point, hugged her from behind, and covered her mouth with his palm.

"Did you hear that, Yao Yao?" His voice was hoarse, with a low chuckle, as he kissed her. "Those monks are chanting sutras, praying for our good deeds day and night."