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

"cousin--!"

Lin Zhiyao suddenly stood up, her face flushed with anger, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears. "What time is it? You're still—"

Shen Jin leaned forward a few inches, resting his chin on the table, and stared at Lin Zhiyao. His tone remained slow and deliberate. "Yaoyao, if you don't hurry, Xiaotao will be back soon."

"Yaoyao, you don't want Xiaotao to see your cousin dressing and doing your makeup, do you?" Shen Jin smiled meaningfully.

Lin Zhiyao fell silent.

She stood before the candlelight with a hint of resentment, her fingertips gripping her sash, remaining motionless for a long while.

Shen Jin leaned against the table and watched her, a slight smile playing on his lips, without urging her on.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, but in the end she gave in and loosened her belt with trembling hands.

The mauve-colored jacket slipped down and piled up at his feet, revealing the pure white lining underneath.

Springtime light clothing will soon be gone.

All that remained was a light green dress, as blue as spring water.

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, her fingertips trembling on the shoulder strap. She didn't take it off, but reached for the fiery red wedding dress next to her.

The moment my hand touched the brocade, my wrist was grabbed.

"Why is Yao Yao so careless?" Shen Jin sighed, his fingertips gently tightening around her wrist, the pressure light yet preventing her from struggling. "How can you tell if it fits when she's wearing underwear?"

As he spoke, his other hand had already untied her shoulder strap, and her light green dress instantly came undone, sliding down her shoulder.

Lin Zhiyao froze, instinctively trying to cross her arms to cover herself, but he gently pulled her wrist away.

"Don't move."

Shen Jin's voice was low, and his fox-like eyes, with only a sliver of candlelight reflected in their depths, appeared even more somber.

He reached out his long arm and picked up the elaborate wedding dress from behind Lin Zhiyao. He unfolded it, and the brocade shimmered with a dark red light in the candlelight.

Shen Jin slowly and methodically draped the cloak over her arm, his fingertips smoothing out the wrinkles at the cuffs along her forearm from left to right.

Then, he placed his palm on her waist through the brocade, slowly wrapped the wide belt around her, tied a knot, and then gently smoothed the edge of the belt down with his fingertips. The fabric then clung to her waistline perfectly, and for some reason, it was the perfect size.

Lin Zhiyao stiffened her back and stared at her blurry reflection in the bronze mirror in front of her.

Shen Jin stood behind her.

He was a head taller than her reflection in the mirror, and he was adjusting her collar with his eyes downcast. His knuckles brushed against the delicate skin on the side of her neck, and then slid down casually to straighten her collar.

"sit."

Shen Jin pressed Lin Zhiyao's shoulder and made her sit in front of the dressing table.

The bronze mirror reflected the two figures, one in front of the other. Shen Jin picked up a comb, his long fingers gathering her loose black hair, and gently combed from the top of her hair to the ends with the softest touch.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyes, staring at the fiery red hem of her skirt above her knees, not daring to look up at the expression on her face in the mirror.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jin put down his comb and took out a fine brush, dipped it in face powder, and seemed to be going to draw her eyebrows.

next second.

Shen Jin indeed pinched her chin and lifted it slightly.

The pen tip followed the gaze and landed on Lin Zhiyao's eyebrows, carefully tracing the delicate brow bone.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to tilt her head slightly upwards, her gaze finding nowhere to fall, so she could only lower it slightly and stare at his cold, jade-like chin.

"Cousin..." Lin Zhiyao's throat tightened.

"Mmm." Shen Jin drew slowly, his warm breath brushing against her forehead. "Don't move, it won't look good if it's crooked."

Lin Zhiyao dared not move.

She was afraid he would come up with some new way to punish her, and deliberately draw it crookedly to blame her again.

Shen Jin was extremely close; the scent of pine wood and ink mixed with a faint hint of ambergris wafted across her face, his eyelashes almost brushing against her cheekbones.

After Shen Jin finished drawing his eyebrows, he took out his lip rouge.

He dipped his fingertip in the rouge, gently turned her chin, and smeared the crimson color onto her lips, spreading it delicately.

Now even his chin couldn't be left unobstructed.

Before me was Shen Jin's focused, refined, and aloof face, which remained exquisitely objective even in the dim candlelight.

Lin Zhiyao's heart trembled slightly. She turned her head to avoid him, but he grabbed her chin with his thumb and pulled her back to her original position.

"Don't worry, cousin, it's not ready yet."

Shen Jin spoke in a low voice, his fingertips still tracing her lips until the color was even, before he let go.

"alright."

Shen Jin withdrew his hand, but did not back away.

He leaned forward slightly, placing his hands on the edge of the dressing table, and pulled Lin Zhiyao from behind, completely enveloping her between his arms and the mirror.

The fox's deep eyes were lowered as it stared at the painted face in the bronze mirror, its darkness deepening.

Lin Zhiyao was also looking in the mirror.

The image reflected in the mirror was of a beautifully made-up bride.

Her eyebrows resembled distant mountains, her lips were like rouge, and the pearls on her phoenix crown hung down in front of her forehead, swaying gently with her breath.

Exquisitely beautiful.

Shen Jin's gaze traced her features in the mirror, and after a moment he sighed softly, "What a beautiful bride."

Lin Zhiyao twisted her fingers around the hem of her skirt, not daring to look at Shen Jin's deep eyes in the mirror.

She turned her face away to avoid his gaze in the mirror.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared at the intricate intertwined branches embroidered in gold thread on the cuff of her sleeve. After a moment, she decided to speak and break the false calm.

"Cousin, I'll be entering the palace in a few days." Her voice was soft. "The Emperor values ​​you so highly, how... how am I supposed to get by in the palace?"

Shen Jin paused as he was tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

He didn't answer immediately, but carefully tucked the stray hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against the soft cartilage of her earlobe.

"Just do as I told you before, cousin," he said casually. "The rest, I'll handle."

That's easy for you to say.

Lin Zhiyao was about to say something more, but he gently pulled her chin back, forcing her to look at the bronze mirror again.

The candlelight reflected in those fox-like eyes, which were filled with a deep darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin whispered in her ear, his voice soft and alluring, "Look, how beautiful she is."

The person in the mirror wore a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, with black hair and red lips.

Lin Zhiyao herself felt unfamiliar with the situation and was at a loss.

What made her even more bewildered was Shen Jin standing behind her, combing her hair, drawing her eyebrows, and applying red lipstick. His movements were so practiced, as if he had done it a thousand times before, as if he were the one who should be doing her hair.

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat, and the words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his palm sliding down to the back of her neck, gently pulling her from the dressing table into his arms.

When Lin Zhiyao was pushed into the bed, the bridal gown's shawl was spread out, like a fiery red flower blooming.

He hooked his fingertips around the sash at her waist and gently tugged, loosening the elaborate wedding dress she had painstakingly put on.

"Xiao Tao won't be coming back tonight."

Shen Jin leaned over her, his lips brushing against her earlobe, his voice muffled and chuckled, "Cousin...why don't you let your cousin taste this newly applied lip rouge and see what it tastes like?"

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears. She pushed his chest with her fingertips, but Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the pillow.

The wedding dress was removed piece by piece by the fingers that had just been drawing her eyebrows and doing her makeup, and the fiery red silk was scattered all over the ground like flowing water.