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

Lin Zhiyao's brain was burning from Shen Jin's questioning, and her whole body felt like it was on fire, with a thin layer of pink rising from her delicate, snow-white skin.

A deep sense of shame and guilt almost overwhelmed her.

Lin Zhiyao's fingers were tightly clenched together, and she only dared to look down at her toes, where her round toes were curled up.

Waaah... Mr. Shen is right...

Lin Zhiyao was filled with shame and guilt as she examined herself, feeling that she was indeed very irresponsible. Last night, she was the one who dragged President Shen into bed. The most important thing was that although she was drunk, she clearly remembered it after waking up, but she still chose to lift her skirt and run away.

Besides, President Shen had done her a favor; she's truly a terrible person.

*

Shen Jin was obviously faking it.

He didn't sleep at all.

In fact, after they finished last night, he held Lin Zhiyao in his arms and watched her for most of the night by the faint moonlight coming in through the window.

Occasionally, I would lower my head to smell the lingering warm fragrance in her hair, and gently brush my fingertips across the corners of her still-reddened eyes.

He was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and excitement, which kept him awake at all.

As dawn approached, Lin Zhiyao completely lost consciousness, and he didn't close his eyes either.

I held her like that for a long time.

He couldn't resist kissing and biting her while she was asleep, adding more marks to her body.

Until the sun is high in the sky.

Shen Jin heard Lin Zhiyao's breathing rhythm change and her thick eyelashes begin to tremble slightly, as if she was about to wake up. Only then did he reluctantly relax and lie back down.

Shen Jin closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and even rearranged the folds at the edge of the blanket as if he had never gotten up.

It was all to wait for her to wake up and secretly observe her reaction.

result……

He did that room key on purpose too.

Before going to bed, I deliberately took it out of the inner pocket of my coat and placed it neatly in the center of the coffee table.

With the key fob facing outwards and the room number side facing upwards, it was impossible for Lin Zhiyao to miss it once she woke up and glanced around the living room.

We just want to see if she runs away.

She was indeed going to run away.

Shen Jin thought darkly, but his expression remained unchanged. He wanted to see how far Lin Zhiyao would go and whether she would hesitate.

With his eyes closed, he could clearly hear the sound of Lin Zhiyao's bare feet stepping on the carpet, as light as a cat's, yet hurried.

She finished dressing quietly.

Lin Zhiyao paused in front of the coffee table, probably after seeing the room key. Her light breathing quickened for a beat, followed by even faster footsteps as she headed towards the door.

They couldn't even wait to wash up.

Shen Jin didn't open his eyes, but he almost sneered. His brows were deeply furrowed, his eyebrows pressed down on his eyes, his face was full of gloom, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was completely wiped away.

Ran.

They really ran away.

Without hesitation, and without waiting, she ran away from him.

After sleeping with him.

Shen Jin suddenly opened his eyes.

Dark clouds gathered in the fox's eyes.

If he doesn't wake up soon, he'll disappear without a trace!

"Lin Zhiyao."

He shouted.

His voice was suppressed, and the hoarseness from being satisfied hadn't completely dissipated, making it sound like he was still breathing.

Lin Zhiyao stood frozen at the doorway, her back ramrod straight, her knuckles white as she gripped the doorknob, refusing to turn around and look at him.

Shen Jin's expression darkened further.

He sat up swiftly and decisively, the blanket sliding from his shoulders to his waist.

Shen Jin called out again, his voice even lower the second time: "Lin Zhiyao."

Lin Zhiyao finally turned around.

She only glanced at him briefly before lowering her head and remaining silent.

"Why did you run away after sleeping with me?"

Shen Jin was worried that Lin Zhiyao might actually run away.

While she stood there stunned with shame, he quickly got out of bed to grab her.

Shen Jin was completely naked. He simply threw off the covers, got out of bed, stepped barefoot onto the carpet, and strode towards the door.

"So you're such an irresponsible person?" The tone was tinged with grievance and disappointment.

Lin Zhiyao looked extremely ashamed.

Finally, she lifted her little face again.

Then, upon seeing him, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Lin Zhiyao stared at him in horror.

She wanted to scream, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only manage a short, rapid, trembling gasp: "Ahhh—Mr. Shen, you—"

Lin Zhiyao suddenly raised her hands, spread her fingers, and covered her face completely.

Her ears turned bright red instantly.

"Mr. Shen, could you... could you put on some pants...?"

Waaah.

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled, and the last syllable of her words changed; she was almost crying out.

Shen Jin looked down at her, but didn't stop walking. He continued walking straight ahead.

He was indeed completely naked, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating his entire silhouette in perfect detail.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, thin and firm abdominal muscles that taper down to the edge of the hip bones.

Her legs were long and slender, but her kneecaps had a faint pinkish tinge, as if they had been rubbed raw.

He didn't bother to hide anything and just walked up to Lin Zhiyao. Every step he took on the floor was clearly audible.

Lin Zhiyao covered her face, her vision completely black, but the images that flashed through her mind in those few seconds were clearer than ever before.

Her fingers were trembling, her forehead pressed against her palms, her ears, her neck, her collarbone...

As Shen Jin pressed closer, all the exposed skin turned red.

She was drunk yesterday, and it was nighttime, so even though she knew they had done that kind of thing, it didn't feel very real to her.

But now that Shen Jinzhen was standing in front of her, and it was daytime so she could see him clearly, she finally had the real feeling that the two of them had actually had a relationship.

Mr. Shen has an excellent physique, with a broad back, a narrow waist, and slender yet well-defined abdominal muscles.

His body was clean in every way...

There was still a faint pink tinge around her knees... she was clean and pretty all over.

Lin Zhiyao was in a daze.

I didn't hear Shen Jin getting dressed, but I could hear his footsteps approaching.

Shen Jin stopped two steps away from Lin Zhiyao.

He reached out, hooked his fingertips around her wrist, and tried to pull her hand away from her face.

"No, Mr. Shen, please, I don't want to see this!"

Lin Zhiyao shrank back, her back hitting the door with a muffled thud. She arched her back and covered her face even more desperately.

A sliver of her almond-shaped eyes peeked through her fingers, allowing her to see more clearly, before she quickly closed them again.

But with her face covered and limited space around her, she couldn't make any big movements, so she could only let Shen Jin approach.

Shen Jin stood right in front of her, still holding onto her wrist.

"Waaah... Mr. Shen, I'm begging you... please put on some clothes... or even just pants, please..."

Shen Jin paused for a moment.

His face slowly darkened.

Is she afraid of him? Or... does she despise him?

Shen Jin didn't speak, but tightened his grip on her wrist.

Although he tried to control his strength, he still gripped her too tightly. His knuckles pressed against the thin layer of skin and flesh on the inside of her wrist, and he could almost feel her pulse beating there.

Lin Zhiyao cried out in pain as Shen Jin gripped her tightly, but she didn't struggle anymore.

Shen Jin immediately loosened his grip, his fingertips loosening on her wrist, but he didn't let go completely. He simply pressed down on that soft, white flesh and gently rubbed it.

"Yaoyao, do you dislike me?"

Shen Jin spoke, his voice low and slightly hoarse, the last syllable falling as if carrying a hint of grievance.

"N-nothing..." A thin line of red-hot dough peeked through Lin Zhiyao's fingers, as if it were about to catch fire.

She shook her head, her voice muffled and trembling as it came from beneath her palms.

Shen Jin's gaze fell on the back of Lin Zhiyao's hand covering her face. Seeing that she still refused to let go, he realized she was genuinely aggrieved. "Yesterday you held me tightly, but today you ran away as soon as you woke up, and now you won't even look at me."

Shen Jin's tone was flat, but his words carried a tremendous force: "Lin Zhiyao, you can't do this to me."

"N-no...that's not what I meant..." Lin Zhiyao stammered, her breathing becoming erratic. She finally lowered her hand, her ears turning even redder. "I just...it's broad daylight...I really can't bear to look...please, Mr. Shen..."

Her voice was soft and trembling, as if she were pleading. By the end, she could no longer speak and could only whimper softly, clearly extremely shy.

Lin Zhiyao still didn't dare to look at him directly. Although she lowered her hand, she kept her head down.

So Yao Yao wasn't looking down on him after all.

The storm that had been brewing in Shen Jin's fox-like eyes suddenly subsided.

But he kept his eyes fixed on Lin Zhiyao.

He saw her curled up in a ball blocking the doorway, the blush on her neck spreading deep into her collar, her slender, pink fingertips gripping the edge of his wrist, yet she dared not exert any force.

...So cute.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed.

The heat that had just subsided in my lower abdomen slowly rose again, so distinct that it could not be ignored.

Shen Jin lowered his eyes, glanced at himself, then looked up at Lin Zhiyao's low-set, fluffy hair that almost revealed the back of her head, and had no choice but to comply with her for now.

"……OK."

Shen Jin loosened his grip on Lin Zhiyao's wrist, leaving a faint red mark.

He took two steps back, turned and walked to the bedside, bent down and picked up the pillow that had been thrown aside from the foot of the bed, deftly holding it up by the corner to shield himself.

It was completely covered up.

Shen Jin turned around again and walked closer, his voice slightly hoarse as he said, "I covered it with a pillow, Yao Yao, now open your eyes."