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

"Excuse me, I must leave."

Shen Jin said something to the man opposite him, placed the remaining wine in his glass on the waiter's tray, then pulled Lin Zhiyao into his arms and quickly walked outside.

So as not to let more people see her charming appearance.

Stepping out of the banquet hall, a cool evening breeze greeted us.

Lin Zhiyao seemed to have regained some consciousness and tried to prop herself up from beside Shen Jin.

Shen Jin quickly noticed this little action.

He pressed his hand, which was resting on Lin Zhiyao's side waist, and pulled her closer into his arms, holding her tightly.

"Mmm!" Lin Zhiyao's little head hit Shen Jin's strong arm, her voice soft and gentle, with an unconsciously seductive charm.

Shen Jin turned his head upon hearing the sound and looked at the beautiful girl with a rosy face who was leaning against his arm.

The fox's eyes were deep.

Lin Zhiyao was squinting her almond-shaped eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her breathing was shallow and rapid, and there was still a bit of wine that had accidentally gotten on the corner of her mouth, not dried and glistening.

She seemed to belatedly realize the dampness on the corner of her lips in a daze, or perhaps it was from the cool breeze, so she stuck out her pink tongue and licked it, a scene that happened to fall into Shen Jin's eyes.

Very lustful.

It's incredibly alluring.

"Yaoyao, you're drunk. Let's go back now." Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he reached out and supported her limp arm.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know whether she understood or not. She nestled in his arms and softly hummed a few times with her nose.

His eyelids were half-closed limply, his eyelashes casting shadows on his eyelids, and his face was full of drunkenness.

Shen Jin held the delicate and lovely girl in his arms even tighter, half-carrying and half-embracing her as he led her out of the banquet hall and put her back into the luxury car.

*

It was almost midnight when we arrived at the hotel.

The carpet in the hallway swallowed their footsteps. Shen Jin swiped his card to open the door, and Lin Zhiyao clung to his arm, drunk and dazed. Her steps were unsteady, and her heels tripped twice on the carpet, almost causing her to fall over.

Shen Jin bent down and picked the person up in his arms.

Lin Zhiyao kicked her legs twice and made a muffled humming sound, but didn't wake up.

Shen Jin placed the person on the bed.

The light pink satin skirt spread out, Lin Zhiyao's cheeks were flushed, her neck and collarbone were covered in a thin layer of pink, and her breath carried the faint sweet scent of lychee wine.

Even more tempting to pick.

Shen Jin straightened up, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. He raised his hand to unbutton his collar, turned around, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

My wrist suddenly tightened.

He looked down, and Lin Zhiyao opened her eyes at some point, her drunkenness so intense that it was impossible to see clearly. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty with tears, and she was gripping his wrist tightly with her fingers.

Shen Jin didn't move, letting her hold it.

Then she pulled hard.

Shen Jin could certainly break free, but why would he do it?

The little girl still wouldn't let go, her almond-shaped eyes, hazy with intoxication, staring at him, and then she tugged at him again.

Shen Jin didn't resist much, and followed the force to fall sideways into the mattress. Lin Zhiyao turned over and straddled his waist and abdomen, her skirt piled up at her thighs, revealing a section of her fair and smooth thighs.

So incredibly young.

Shen Jin lay on his back, his fox-like eyes fixed on her, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily.

He reached out, his large, hot palm firmly supporting her waist, making her sit more steadily.

His arm naturally rested on her thigh due to the posture, and even through the shirt fabric, he could feel how supple her body was.

Lin Zhiyao leaned down, placed her hands on his chest, and leaned closer with hazy, drunken eyes, her nose almost touching his.

His breath carried the warm scent of lychee wine, gently caressing Shen Jin's face.

"Yaoyao, do you know what you're doing?" Shen Jin let her approach.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyao tilted her head as if trying to identify something, then smiled, revealing her pearly teeth: "Hmm, it seems so, Mr. Shen? How strange... why would I have such a dream?"

Her voice was sweet, soft, and gentle.

Shen Jin almost laughed as he listened.

But he laughed in anger.

I don't know who he is, but he just climbed up like that?

Yao Yao, you're really something!