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

Shen Jin casually picked up the box next to him, opened it with one hand, and then tore open the packaging bag with a "rip".

The largest size.

I bought three boxes.

He had ordered people to buy it and bring it in while he was on the way, and now it was indeed coming in handy.

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin called out to Lin Zhiyao in a low, husky voice, looking down at her beautiful appearance.

"You were so mean to bully me just now... Now, it's your husband's turn to teach you a lesson."

…………

the next day.

Lin Zhiyao got up feeling weak all over, her head still foggy from the hangover, and she had no recollection of what had happened the night before.

As her senses gradually returned, she realized that there seemed to be a hot figure pressed tightly against her behind her, with warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

Lin Zhiyao's mind suddenly cleared.

She sat up quickly.

An arm slipped off her shoulder.

Could it be...?

Lin Zhiyao looked on in disbelief, stiffly turning her face to the side, and sure enough, she saw it.

Beside her.

Shen Jin's black hair was slightly messy, his arm was sticking out from under the white quilt, and his beautiful chest was rising and falling slightly, with suspicious red marks that looked like they had been scratched.

...Mr. Shen, Mr. Shen?

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly, her mind going blank for a moment.

then.

Countless fragments emerged.

The earlier the memory, the clearer it is because you weren't so drunk yet...

Therefore, the image of her actively pulling Shen Jin onto the bed is exceptionally clear and striking.

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

Now her mind is not just blank.

His face was completely blank.

Help……

So, she got drunk and slept with her boss?

Lin Zhiyao covered her face, her delicate arms trembling slightly.

I absolutely cannot accept reality.

Fortunately, Shen Jin still shows no signs of waking up, otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to face him.

all in all.

Lin Zhiyao was too afraid to stay in bed any longer. She tried to get off the soft bed as quietly as possible, carefully watching Shen Jin's expression the whole time, afraid that she would wake him up.

Fortunately, Shen Jin maintained steady breathing and didn't even frown, clearly sleeping soundly.

Lin Zhiyao kept her eyes fixed on Shen Jin, her nerves on edge. It took her five or six minutes to slowly move to the edge of the bed, a mere three steps.

My toes touched the soft carpet.

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief.

It was worth all her nagging.

Finally, without waking President Shen, she carefully and cautiously stepped out of his arms.

Lin Zhiyao put her other foot down as well, her bare feet lightly touching the carpet, her toes brushing against the familiar silk texture.

She looked down and realized that the expensive dress she had worn yesterday had been torn to shreds and thrown on the ground like trash.

More intense scenes emerged.

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed bright red.

Only then did she vaguely recall that the two of them seemed to have been up all night until dawn.

...No wonder President Shen was sleeping so soundly.

After such a long time, they should indeed be too tired to get up.

If President Shen were still lucid right now, he would be like a monster.

Lin Zhiyao thought to herself.

I can finally relax.

At least for the time being, I shouldn't have to face Shen Jin when he wakes up.

As the saying goes, there's no such thing as land that's been over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion. Shen Jin, who's been working so hard, must be much more tired than her, right?

Lin Zhiyao quickly found some clothes to cover herself. While dressing, she inevitably saw more traces left by Shen Jin.

Her pretty face turned even redder.

Thinking that President Shen always looked so listless, like a herbivore, I never expected him to be so strong and so fierce...

This completely overturned her impression of President Shen.

Lin Zhiyao put on her clothes with trembling hands.

When the fabric rubs against the skin, those marks feel faintly hot through the fabric.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, her gaze inevitably sweeping over the small red mark peeking out from the edge of her collarbone. She immediately looked away in a panic, as if she had been burned.

Her heart was pounding so hard that her temples were throbbing, and she was extremely flustered.

Help! Help! Help!

What should she do now?

In any case, Lin Zhiyao couldn't bear to be in the same room with Shen Jin for even a second longer; it was just too embarrassing.

Lin Zhiyao fumbled around the bedside until she finally found her phone. Then, she hurriedly headed out. As she passed the coffee table in the living room, she saw a room key on the table, neatly placed in the center.

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, and vaguely thought, how come she remembered to put the room card so neatly after coming in so drunk?

But the thought only flashed through his mind before being overwhelmed by the urge to escape.

Lin Zhiyao reached out and grabbed the room key, then turned and walked towards the door, holding her breath as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

But he had only taken two steps.

It's like what you fear most has come to pass.

I heard a slight thud from behind the mattress, the fabric rustling, as if someone had turned over.

Besides President Shen, there was no one else.

Lin Zhiyao stood frozen in place, her back taut and even her fingertips stiff.

She stared intently at the doorknob in front of her, repeating in her mind: Don't wake up, don't wake up, Mr. Shen, please don't wake up, it's just turning over, it's just turning over...

"Lin Zhiyao."

The voice was hoarse and low, with the dull ache that comes with just waking up. It wasn't loud, but it felt like a stone hitting her eardrums.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes in despair.

In a desperate attempt to comfort himself: It's a hallucination, a hallucination, it's all a hallucination...

"Lin Zhiyao."

The second sound was deeper than the first, and the soft rustling of the blanket slipping off came from behind, the sound of the fabric rubbing against the skin was clearly audible.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, her fingertips gripping the room key so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

There is no escape.

Lin Zhiyao slowly turned around, her eyes first falling on the edge of the carpet, then slowly rising, her gaze passing over the edge of the bed, over the draped corner of the blanket, and then hitting Shen Jin's upper body, which was half-sitting up.

The blanket slipped down to his muscular waist and abdomen, revealing a large expanse of his pale chest.

Several scratch marks crisscrossed the skin, extending from the collarbone to the side of the ribs, along with a few scattered hickeys, their bright red color making the cool white skin stand out even more.

The abdominal muscles are thin and clearly defined, tapering downwards to the sides, with the curve of the mermaid bone faintly visible, and a small section of the hip bone exposed.

Extremely Beautiful.

But more importantly...

President Shen is clearly in a vacuum.

She was held like that all night...

Lin Zhiyao felt her scalp tingle even more, her gaze jerked away as if burned, and fixed on her toes. Her ears burned red, and even the back of her neck flushed pink.

"Mr. Shen..." Her voice was stuck in her throat, and she uttered the two words haltingly, the last syllable trembling, as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Shen Jin didn't reply.

Lin Zhiyao could feel that gaze falling on her head, heavy and carrying the unique oppressive feeling that belonged only to Shen Jin.

The blanket shifted again, and Lin Zhiyao noticed out of the corner of her eye that he seemed to have changed his position, leaning closer to the headboard with his shoulders and back against the pillow.

"Yaoyao." Shen Jin finally spoke, his voice still hoarse, but clearer than before, each word spoken slowly, "How could you sleep with me and then run away?"

Lin Zhiyao's head buzzed.

Shen Jin's voice sounded different from usual; it lacked that nonchalant indifference and sounded more... aggrieved?

Lin Zhiyao wasn't sure if she had misheard, so she couldn't help but lift her eyelids and quickly glance at Shen Jin. Their eyes met briefly, and then she quickly lowered them again.

Her pink lips pressed even tighter due to nervousness.

But in that brief moment, she saw Shen Jin's expression clearly.

His fox-like eyes were lowered, the corners of his eyes slightly downturned, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a line of displeasure, his face shrouded in gloom.

He leaned against the headboard, the blanket piled up around his waist, revealing the marks on his body, making him look exactly like the one who had been seduced and then abandoned.

"So you're such an irresponsible person?"

Shen Jin continued, his tone still carrying a hint of grogginess from just waking up, which added to his pitiful appearance.