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

(Due to the force majeure event, the entire event form has been changed to a table.)

"Outrageous?"

Shen Jin chuckled softly, leaned down, and his fox-like eyes reflected two dancing points of light in the candlelight, making him look as alluring as a mountain spirit that had stepped out of a mural.

He kissed away the tear at the corner of her eye, his lips warm, but his voice carried a laugh that made Lin Zhiyao tremble to the bone, "Yaoyao, if Buddha were to appear and stop us now, I would obediently stop."

As Shen Jin spoke, he turned Lin Zhiyao around to face him, cupped the back of her head in his palm, and kissed her.

The kiss was deep and intense.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to tilt her head back to endure it, her tongue being rolled and sucked by him, her mouth filled with the sandalwood scent mixed with his refreshing breath.

She was made dizzy from being forced to drink so much.

Shen Jin kissed her for a long time, so long that Lin Zhiyao could hardly breathe. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, and she could only see the lowered bodhisattva statues in the hall through the blurry water.

The hall was silent.

The candlelight of the eternal lamp flickered slightly, and the face of the Bodhisattva appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow. He remained silent and showed no sign of manifesting any power.

After a long while, Shen Jin finally released her lips, which were swollen from being kissed, but still held her flushed face in his hands, without pulling away.

His forehead pressed against hers, the tip of his nose brushed against hers, their hot breaths mingling together. His fox-like eyes reflected two flickering candlelight, like an abyss burning with dark flames, capable of swallowing a person whole.

"Look," Shen Jin's voice was low and husky, his gaze fixed intently on her, "the fact that Buddha hasn't appeared means he tacitly approves of you and me... no."

Shen Jin paused for a moment, a slightly seductive smile curving his lips. He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her neck. "To be precise, I should be wishing you and me happiness."

Lin Zhiyao was so shocked by his words that her scalp tingled. She stared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, her lips moving but unable to utter a single word.

This is insane! This is insane!

That spreadsheet is absolutely insane!!

Shen Jin placed her in front of the offering table, with a table full of incense and fruit behind her, and the sandalwood fragrance that had lingered for years swirling around her nose.

Lin Zhiyao leaned back on the cold table, with the bell hanging from his shoulder.

"Ugh... Form, please, don't..."

Lin Zhiyao was trapped between Shen Jin's arms and chest.

With no one holding it, the handkerchief covering the bells came undone.

"The form... let's go back..."

Lin Zhiyao looked at Shen Jin pitifully, tears streaming down her face, trying to bring him back to his senses.

but.

After a while.

Under the watchful eyes of all the gods and Buddhas in the hall, the tinkling sounds rang out, contained by the dome of the hall's roof, echoing among the gods and Buddhas, and then swallowed up by the deep fragrance of sandalwood.

"Huff—"

Lin Zhiyao turned her head, her gaze sweeping over his shoulder and landing on the smiling Bodhisattva behind the lotus throne, and her heart trembled instantly.

The candlelight cast a shadow on the Bodhisattva's lowered eyes. His smile seemed both sorrowful and compassionate, yet he remained seated motionless, taking in all the absurdity before him.

"Waaah..."

Lin Zhiyao couldn't stop crying again.

Shen Jin followed her gaze and suddenly chuckled.

"Yaoyao, look, even the Bodhisattva has given his tacit approval."

He whispered into Lin Zhiyao's ear, his voice hoarse yet filled with a thrill that sent shivers down her spine, "Heaven and earth are united, you and I are truly a match made in heaven."

Lin Zhiyao was so shocked by his frenzied appearance that she couldn't speak. Tears streamed silently down her face, sliding down her red cheekbones and seeping into the wet patch between their intertwined necks.

*

Amidst the swirling sandalwood incense, the sound of bells rang without ceasing throughout the night, blending with the copper bells on the eaves, ringing all night under the watchful eyes of the gods and Buddhas throughout the hall.