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

Especially now that I'm told to close my eyes and go to sleep, in the darkness, the images I dared not look at back then keep crowding into my mind.

Scenes played out like a movie.

It forcefully proclaims its strong presence.

Those fleeting glimpses of scenes are now becoming clearer and clearer, harder and harder to ignore...

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

All I could see were those scenes from back then.

Wait... It seems that after she came down, she caught a glimpse of a thin blush rising on Shen Jin's pale face.

I don't know if it was because she sat on it.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly opened her eyes.

She stretched her slender, pink arms out from under the covers, grabbed the corner, and wrapped herself up even tighter, not revealing even the slightest gap. Her flushed face was buried deep in the pillow, tears welling up in her eyes. She kept repeating in her mind, like a mantra, "Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore..."

But it was completely useless.

It even had the opposite effect.

Lin Zhiyao whimpered and shrank into the corner.

God!

I call you "Grandpa" not so you'll actually treat me like a grandson!

*

Bathroom fixtures.

Shen Jin stood under the showerhead, his body surrounded by damp steam, his nose filled with the lingering scent of Lin Zhiyao's recent shower.

good smell.

It carried a unique, refreshing, and warm fragrance emanating from Lin Zhiyao.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he deeply inhaled the lingering scent in the air. He wished his entire body could be imbued with her fragrance, and even more so, he wished he could fill his lungs with all of these scents, lock them inside, and preserve them with special equipment so that he could be immersed in her fragrance every moment.

The fox's eyes reflected the damp, condensing moisture around it.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily; he could no longer restrain himself...

After a while.

In the shower room.

Suppressed, low breathing could be heard, masked by the sound of flowing water.

The water flows down the crevices of the abdominal muscles.

*

The bathroom door closed so softly it was almost inaudible, and soon the sound of water began, rushing and washing the tiles.

Lin Zhiyao curled her toes uncomfortably under the covers.

She stared at the sliver of light streaming through the gap in the curtains and forced herself to count sheep.

When I counted to the forty-seventh, for some reason, the sensation of brushing against Shen Jin's chin when I fell down earlier popped into my mind again.

The warmth of the bones, along with the refreshing scent of shaving lotion.

The night was quiet.

So she could even hear the constant sound of running water in the bathroom.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow, her ear tips burning hot.

The sound of water never stopped.

She vaguely thought, "President Shen took a long shower... He's such a clean man!"

No wonder she looks so clean and tidy, especially her nails, which are round, neat, and have a healthy pinkish hue.

Wait, that's not right.

Lin Zhiyao immediately felt that the thought was offensive and quickly put it out.

Why is she thinking about these things?

I don't know how much time has passed.

About half an hour?

Or even longer.

The sound of water finally stopped.

A rustling sound came from the bathroom—the sound of a towel rubbing against skin.

Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Zhiyao held her breath and heard a slight click when the doorknob was pressed down.

The bathroom door was closed.

After that sound, everything went completely silent again.

She blinked, unsure if she had misheard.

Steam seeped out from under the door, carrying a humid, warm scent mixed with shower gel and some indescribable warmth.

Lin Zhiyao's nose twitched. The scent, like a small hook, gently tickled the skin on the back of her neck, and even the stray hairs that came into contact with the air there seemed to become damp.

She felt the air seemed stuffy, but wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

After a few more moments, the bathroom door finally opened from the inside.

Shen Jin walked out.

He changed into a black short-sleeved shirt, the edges of which were loosely draped over his shoulders, revealing the pale lines of his forearms.

Her hair wasn't completely dry; water was still dripping from the ends, and a few droplets slid down her neck and seeped into the cotton fibers of her collar.

Lin Zhiyao was lying on her side, lost in thought.

Hearing footsteps, she instinctively turned around, and her eyes met his.

Shen Jin stood two steps away from the bed, holding a gray towel in his right hand, and casually wiped the back of his neck.

His fox-like eyes were lowered, with traces of lingering moisture at the corners. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

"Still not asleep?"

His voice was a few decibels lower and hoarse than usual, carrying a hint of weariness from being soaked in hot water.

"Hmm..." Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, her fingers unconsciously twisting along the edge of the blanket, her cheeks flushed, showing the embarrassment of being caught red-handed.

She asked with a hint of nervousness, "Isn't Mr. Shen asleep yet?"

"You go to sleep first."

Shen Jin withdrew his gaze, turned and walked towards the sofa, draping a towel over the back of the chair. "Don't worry about me, I'll work on the documents later."

Lin Zhiyao was filled with awe.

It's true that successful people are all high-energy people. Mr. Shen's energy is like iron. Has he evolved to eliminate sleep?

Lin Zhiyao looked at Shen Jin's back and caught a glimpse of the outline of his shoulder blades faintly visible under his loose T-shirt.

She took out her phone and glanced at it; it was already past 3 a.m. The screen's light made her squint, so she quickly locked the screen and crawled back into bed.

Tomorrow is her first day at work, so she needs to keep a good spirits and not embarrass her boss.

This time, sleepiness came very quickly.

Perhaps the fatigue from working non-stop for the past two days had finally accumulated enough, and my eyelids were so heavy that I could barely keep them open, and I soon drifted into a half-dreaming, half-awake state.

With her eyes closed, Lin Zhiyao mumbled "Goodnight, President Shen," her voice muffled in the pillow, the last syllable trailing off softly.

President Shen seemed to reply, but then again, he didn't seem to. Lin Zhiyao could hardly sense it anymore.

A few seconds later, her breathing gradually calmed down, and she fell asleep.

*

Shen Jin did not look at the document.

He sat on the edge of the sofa for a while, his fingertips resting on the edge of the tablet. The screen was lit up, hovering over a page of a project proposal, but none of the words entered his mind.

The dampness from the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, clinging to my skin and feeling a little wet and sticky.

The lingering, warm fragrance of Lin Zhiyao's bath still lingered in the air, drifting faintly toward him.

Shen Jin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pressed his tongue against his palate, suppressing some of the more tangible sensations.

Then he stood up.

The steps were very light, almost silent.

The hotel carpet swallowed all the sounds of his shoes. Shen Jin walked to the bedside and looked down.

Lin Zhiyao was sleeping on her side, the blanket arched into a rounded shape by her, her long, thick black hair spread out on both sides, half of her face was buried in the pillow, and the other half was lightly illuminated by the lamp.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

Her pink lips were slightly parted, revealing a hint of pink tongue, and her breathing was long, steady, and completely unguarded.

Shen Jin bent one leg, placed his knee on the edge of the bed, and leaned down.

His fingertips hovered beside her face for a moment, then he gently brushed aside the stray hairs that had fallen across her face, revealing her pretty face completely hidden behind them.

As if sensing something, Lin Zhiyao hummed softly in her sleep and subconsciously tilted her head towards his fingertips, rubbing her soft cheek against his palm.

Shen Jin did not withdraw his hand.

His fox-like eyes were fixed on her intently, something churning in the shadows beneath them.

The faint, warm fragrance grew stronger, filling the air right under his nose.

It made him want to completely possess and own it.