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

[Trying to send it down and see, following up with 132]

Shen Jin held her slender waist with his hand.

He stared up at her, pressing, "Who else have you seen in your dreams?"

"Hmm?" Lin Zhiyao didn't understand. Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with confusion, or perhaps she couldn't hear clearly, so she opened her hazy, watery eyes and leaned closer to Shen Jin.

Her delicate face was almost touching his, her almond-shaped eyes were misty and moist, shimmering with a glistening light that reflected his image, making her incredibly alluring and captivating.

Shen Jin could even feel the tips of her thick, long eyelashes touching his face, and with each blink, they brushed against him, causing a slight tickle.

With each breath, her warm fragrance, mixed with the sweet scent of lychee wine, became even more intense and intoxicating, giving him a slight feeling of intoxication.

It seems he was the one who was drunk.

The questioning from before has been completely forgotten.

All that remained in his mind and eyes was Lin Zhiyao.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin tightened his grip on Lin Zhiyao's waist.

He didn't hold his breath, but instead took a deep sniff, his fox-like eyes fixed on Lin Zhiyao's drunken, misty gaze, moist with the scent of alcohol.

Lin Zhiyao's head was spinning.

Still intimidated by that gaze, her eyes cleared for a moment, and she stammered, "Hmm..."

Instinctively sensing danger, it wanted to back away, so it shifted its position restlessly a couple of times.

But soon the effects of the alcohol kicked in, and his head went blank again.

In a daze, I couldn't remember what I had originally intended to do, so of course I stopped trying to escape.

"Um... what... what did I want to do again...?"

Lin Zhiyao frowned slightly, looking a little annoyed. Forgetting what she was supposed to do, she continued to back away as she had been doing so.

But her arms were too weak to support her body, and she accidentally slipped.

He lifted himself up slightly but then slumped back down, as if it were intentional.

This made Shen Jin gasp.

Lin Zhiyao's body was already soft all over, and now she had no strength left in her bones, melting into him like water.

Moreover, the thin layer of fabric couldn't cover anything at all; now, with everything piled up, it revealed a large expanse of fair and rosy skin.

It was even more glorious.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

I couldn't help but think of yesterday again, of what my nose touched...

I remember in the shower, smelling her lingering warm scent, leaning against the wet tiles, savoring the intoxicating, deep trembling I felt alone, and... the satisfaction that followed.

But that's not enough.

That's not enough.

Shen Jin lay there motionless, his wrist still gripped by hers. His fox-like eyes were fixed on her flushed cheeks, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Yao Yao."

Lin Zhiyao hummed in response, looking down at him, her mind hazy, clearly too drunk to know what she was doing.

Her face was full of soft, unguarded, and obedient looks.

"Yao Yao." Shen Jin's voice was hoarse, his fox-like eyes deep. "Sit down with me..."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes were misty, as if she didn't quite understand what he meant.

He blinked, looking puzzled and unsure, his face full of doubt.

But Shen Jin didn't wait for her to react.

After saying that, he lifted Lin Zhiyao up.

The skirt bunched up at the top of her legs, and the thin silk fabric couldn't cover much at all.

The beautiful, slender ankle bone brushed against Shen Jin's reddened earlobe.

"Um, Mr. Shen?"

Lin Zhiyao settled in.

She looked down at him with hazy, drunken eyes, her face blank yet obedient.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed.

His palm gripped hers, his cold, white knuckles sinking into her soft flesh.

…………

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Lin Zhiyao's face was flushed with a blush that was even more captivating than when she was drunk.

Her voice is sweet and cloying.

………………

…………

Shen Jin leaned back on her arms and sat at the foot of the bed, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Her shirt collar was open, revealing the skin from her collarbone to the side of her neck, where there seemed to be red marks left by her fingertips from just now.

Lin Zhiyao lay back, her dress bunched up at her waist, breathing softly.

His breathing was quite noticeable.

Unaware of her surroundings, she only blinked her almond-shaped eyes lazily after regaining her senses, her gaze wandering in a hazy, drunken state.

Then set it in a certain place.

Lin Zhiyao tilted her head, seemingly both puzzled and curious.

But she felt very weak all over.

Too lazy to move.

He simply stretched out his foot.

Lin Zhiyao's feet are also extremely beautiful. Her insteps are fair with delicate veins, and her ankles are slender and thin, but they are not just bony; they also have a healthy plumpness, and her rounded toes have a light pink tint.

………………

Shen Jin let out a muffled groan.

He braced his arms against the mattress, breathing slightly heavily, with veins bulging from the back of his hands to his forearms.

But he didn't stop her; he even slightly stretched his back and let her do as she pleased...

His fox-like eyes were lowered, staring intently at her smooth, white ankle and the beautiful, slightly taut veins on the instep.

Shen Jin's expression remained indifferent.

He seemed unmoved.

But the veins on the back of his hands, which were supporting him, were bulging, clearly indicating that he was enduring a lot of hardship.

Lin Zhiyao looked bewildered, her almond-shaped eyes filled with curiosity.

Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks were still flushed, and her pink lips were slightly parted. With her beautiful philtrum, she seemed to be pouting and acting coquettishly even though she hadn't done anything, innocent yet shy.

She played for a while, perhaps because she was tired, or perhaps because she was bored.

The force gradually eased.

Her ankle lost its strength and slid down softly, landing on him...

Shen Jin stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Not going to continue?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't respond, but just looked at him with her misty almond-shaped eyes.

Her eyelashes were half-closed, as if she were sleepy, or perhaps not quite awake.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

I could no longer restrain myself.

Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her in front of him.

Lin Zhiyao was suddenly pulled hard, cried out in surprise, and snuggled into Shen Jin's arms again.

Shen Jin's large hand grasped her small hand, guiding her slender white wrist slowly from the hem of her shirt to her collar.

"Yaoyao..."

His voice was low, close to Lin Zhiyao's flushed ear, his fox-like eyes filled with a burning heat that could scorch her, "Help me take it off."

As he spoke, he guided her fingertips to trace the buttons on her shirt.

Shen Jin pressed his palm against the side of her neck, then held her neck and kissed her.

Lin Zhiyao was caught off guard and was pressed down on him. Her soft body slammed into a taut, firm muscle, which hurt a little.

But before she could cry out in pain...

Her pink lips were then sealed shut.

"Ugh..." Lin Zhiyao's arm was trapped between her body and Shen Jin's chest, unable to move or struggle.

Shen Jin kissed her deeply.

His lips and tongue pried open her teeth, plunged in, and began to suck on her tongue.

Lin Zhiyao's fair and slender neck was held tightly by him, her delicate fingers gripping the front of his shirt, creating several wrinkles, and the buttons were torn open, revealing a piece of her collarbone.

The smell of alcohol mingled with their breath, grinding and sticking together between their lips and teeth.

Lin Zhiyao hummed softly, too weak to push or dodge.

Shen Jin's kiss was not only deep, but also long.

Lin Zhiyao's lips were wet and red from the kisses, and she could barely breathe, only able to gasp for air.

Her face gradually turned red.

Unable to bear it any longer, she struggled, pushing against his chest with her arms within the confined space.

Shen Jin then stepped back half an inch.

Lin Zhiyao was panting.

My lipstick was completely smudged from kissing.

The water glistens.

Shen Jin brushed his thumb across Lin Zhiyao's lips, his fingertip grinding the saliva she hadn't had time to swallow, his fox-like eyes unfathomable.

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin impatiently ripped off a few loose buttons and then climbed on top of her.

"I'll leave the rest to my husband."