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

Lin Zhiyao raised herself up a bit, her gaze passing over the top edge of the cabinet, and sure enough, she saw a tablet lying quietly in the innermost corner, screen down, with a few faint white scratches on the casing.

"I saw it! I saw it!"

Lin Zhiyao reached out and grabbed the tablet, clutching it in her hand. She looked down at Shen Jin with a smile, her face full of excitement, "President Shen, I got it!"

Shen Jin looked up at her.

The dim yellow light fell from above, making Lin Zhiyao's small face look soft and bright. Her almond-shaped eyes were curved, and the hem of her white T-shirt rode up slightly with her movements, revealing a small section of her beautifully curved waistline. Her delicate skin was dazzlingly white under the light.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were deep, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

"Good that you got it, now come down."

His voice was lower than before, with a slightly hoarse quality that was barely perceptible.

Lin Zhiyao was unaware of the scene unfolding before her, and continued to smile with her head down.

She gripped the tablet in one hand and held onto the edge of the cabinet with the other, looking down to find a place to stand, her knees slightly bent, her center of gravity sinking.

But because he was too excited, he made some large movements and his body swayed slightly.

"ah--"

Lin Zhiyao gasped in surprise, lost her balance, and fell backward.

Shen Jin subconsciously reached out to help her, but Lin Zhiyao fell too fast. His hand had barely reached halfway when she fell and landed directly on Shen Jin's face.

Lin Zhiyao froze.

His face was completely blank.

I even forgot to breathe.

The athletic shorts were made of thin, soft fabric, and she could clearly feel Shen Jin's high, straight nose pressing against...

It was separated by only a thin layer of cotton fabric.

Lin Zhiyao felt all the blood rush to her face, and her whole body felt like it was burning up.

Immediately.

Shen Jin seemed to take a light breath.

A humid, hot breath seeped through the fabric, causing Lin Zhiyao to tremble. Her knees buckled, and her entire body turned as red as a scalded shrimp.

"Ah, oh, I'm sorry—"

Lin Zhiyao's face turned bright red. She tried to prop herself up by bracing her elbows against the wall, but her legs were weak and her waist was too weak. She had only managed to lift half of herself when she swayed and fell back down.

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

She felt like she was a little dead.

Shen Jin didn't move.

His hands still held Lin Zhiyao's two soft, fair legs firmly, his knuckles sinking slightly into the soft flesh, leaving shallow, light pink indentations.

His palms were large and burning hot; at this moment, it felt as if they were burning into her skin.

"Don't move."

Shen Jin's voice was hoarse, and his breath was very close to hers, the warm air hitting the side of her legs.

Lin Zhiyao stood frozen.

They obey subconsciously.

He didn't even dare to move a finger.

Her brain had completely stopped functioning; all she could hear was her own heart pounding like a drum.

Shen Jin gently pressed his fingertip on her calf.

"Excuse me, I must be rude."

Shen Jin's tone was indifferent, carrying a hint of superficial apology.

Before Lin Zhiyao could react to the meaning of those words, she felt his hand move away from her calf. Then, the familiar, burning heat moved to her waist. His long, slender fingers held her firmly and steadily at the narrowest part of her waist, applying slight pressure.

Lin Zhiyao was lifted up.

Then, she was pulled into a different position and sat steadily on his shoulder.

Her field of vision suddenly rose, and she looked down blankly, seeing Shen Jin's profile beside her, his eyelashes lowered, his expression calm, as if nothing had just happened.

"Alright." He withdrew his hand, steadily supporting her. "Get down."

As he spoke, Shen Jin bent down slightly and gently placed her back on the ground.

When Lin Zhiyao's feet touched the ground, her legs were still weak, and she staggered half a step. She subconsciously reached out and grabbed his forearm.

The skin beneath her palm was warm and firm. She recoiled as if burned, took two steps back, and her face turned as red as if it could bleed.

"Mr. Shen... here, here you go with the tablet."

Lin Zhiyao kept her head down, her gaze fixed on the tablet in her hand, as if she could see something amazing in the screen.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large, well-defined hand reach out and take the tablet; the fingers were long and strong, and the nails were neatly trimmed.

There were also faint, beautiful blue veins crisscrossing on the back of his hand.

Lin Zhiyao's face turned even redder, and her ears felt like they were about to smoke.

Shen Jin's gaze swept over the few stray hairs sticking up on her head, and he paused.

"It's late, you should go and get some rest."

Lin Zhiyao felt as if she had been granted a pardon and turned to run away, but suddenly, she remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

"Mr. Shen... I guess you can't sleep in your room tonight?" Lin Zhiyao asked in a muffled voice, her back to him. "I'll go to the front desk and book another room for you."

Shen Jin's voice came from behind, calmly: "Let's go together."

Lin Zhiyao wanted to say no, but Shen Jin had already walked past her with a calm and steady gait.

She had to hurry and follow behind, her gaze falling on his slightly messy short hair at the back of his head, her mind still a complete blank.

The slightly warm, damp sensation seemed to linger on her body, refusing to dissipate. As she walked away, the friction of her skin against the fabric served as an even clearer reminder of what had just happened.

Lin Zhiyao walked to the front desk in a daze, tried her best to put on a normal expression, and said to the receptionist in English that she would like to book another room.

The receptionist typed a few words on the computer, looked up, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry, miss, all our rooms are fully booked for tonight."

"Huh?!"

Lin Zhiyao's eyes widened. She turned to look at Shen Jin, biting her lip in distress. "Mr. Shen... how about I give you my room? I'll sleep in yours."

Shen Jin was looking down at his phone when he heard this, so he looked up at her.

"A raccoon came into that room, and it might come back again," he said calmly. "It's too dangerous."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth. If it weren't for the incident of sitting on her face, she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. But since it had already happened, she couldn't calm herself down for the time being. However, what Shen Jin said made a lot of sense, so she couldn't refuse.

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to shut her mouth again.

Shen Jin had already turned towards the elevator, glancing at her sideways: "Let's go, let's go to your room first."

Lin Zhiyao followed behind, her mind a jumble of thoughts. It wasn't until she stood at her room door, swiped her card, and pushed the door open that she snapped back to reality.

How exactly did things develop to the point where she had to share a room with President Shen...?

Lin Zhiyao stood at the door, staring blankly at the spacious double bed in the room, then at Shen Jin behind her, as if she were nailed to the spot.

"Mr. Shen... then you can sleep in the bed, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

She stepped aside to move out of the doorway, her voice growing softer and softer.

Shen Jin walked in, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the sofa.

The sofa is indeed quite large.

However, the length was clearly not enough for Shen Jin's height of over 1.8 meters.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," Shen Jin said firmly. "You're a girl, you sleep in the bed."

Lin Zhiyao wanted to retort, but Shen Jin had already walked to the sofa and sat down, loosening his collar and turning his head to look at her: "What are you still standing there for? Go wash up first."

Lin Zhiyao stood there, her toes curling up inside her slippers, and finally whispered "Okay" before turning and disappearing into the bathroom.

She closed the door, leaned against it, covered her face with her hands, and let out a silent scream.

The mirror reflected her flushed face and ears, even her neck was covered in a thin layer of pink, and she looked like a boiled shrimp.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on her face. She splashed it several times before the heat on her face subsided a little.

After dawdling for more than twenty minutes, Lin Zhiyao finally came out of the bathroom, her eyes glazed over.

Shen Jin was already half-reclined on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hand. The cold light from the screen reflected on his face, making his already pale skin look even more aloof.

Hearing the noise, Shen Jin looked up at her and asked, "Are you done washing?"

Lin Zhiyao, wrapped in a hotel bathrobe with the neckline pulled up tightly, revealing only a small patch of skin above her collarbone, nodded.

"Go to sleep early." Shen Jin looked away and returned to the screen. "Don't be late for the meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Lin Zhiyao hummed in agreement, tiptoed to the bedside, lifted the covers and slipped inside. The room was quiet except for her rustling sounds.

Lin Zhiyao felt even more ashamed.

She lay on her side, facing the window with her back to the sofa, and closed her eyes, desperately trying to fall asleep.

But those images kept popping into my head.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow.

Shen Jin seemed to have gone to wash up as well. She thought of President Shen standing in the shower room she had just used, his toes curled up in shame.

Good heavens...

How could she cause so much trouble...?