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

Lin Zhiyao struggled desperately, her fingertips gripping the doorknob, her knuckles turning white, her back taut and her voice thin and trembling.

"Mr. Shen... can't you... put on some pants first...?"

Shen Jin didn't reply.

He held a pillow in front of him and stood barefoot on the carpet two steps away from her.

His fox-like eyes lowered, his gaze falling on her knuckles gripping the doorknob, before slowly moving back to her flushed face.

"Open your eyes."

Shen Jin only repeated those two words before his large hand returned to grasp her slender white wrist.

The force wasn't heavy, but it was steady; clearly, he wouldn't let go until his eyes were open.

Lin Zhiyao could feel the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin, dry and slightly hot, pressing against the thin skin on the inside of her wrist like a brand, trying to penetrate her skin.

She bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling violently. After a fierce internal struggle, she finally loosened her grip on the doorknob and slowly lowered her hand.

Lin Zhiyao opened her eyes.

Her almond-shaped eyes were wet, brimming with physiological tears of shame. In the blink of an eye, a tear rolled down her cheek and slid into her jawline, leaving a wet, red stain at the corner of her eye.

She tilted her head slightly, her bright eyes misty as she looked at him. As soon as her gaze met his face, she panicked and tried to look away, but Shen Jin's hand was still holding her wrist, and she couldn't move.

There was nowhere to hide.

Shen Jin simply used a pillow to cover his body hastily.

The pillow wasn't big; it was square, just enough to cover the center, but the lines peeking out from the edges were still clearly visible.

Lin Zhiyao's gaze drifted over for a moment, then jerked away as if burned, but the image was already imprinted in her mind and she couldn't shake it off.

She couldn't help but let out a few soft sobs, her nose turned red, her breathing trembled, and her eyelashes trembled violently.

His gaze wandered.

I really don't know where to look.

Look at Shen Jin's face. His fox-like eyes are staring intently at her, his gaze like hooks, trying to pin her to the spot.

Look to the side, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see what the pillow can't hide; the bulging veins are extremely conspicuous.

Look down. Clothes are scattered all over the floor from the doorway to the bedside, including the torn dress from last night, which is still visible not far away.

Lin Zhiyao blinked rapidly, her eyelashes fluttering like startled butterfly wings. Finally, she lowered her eyes and stared at her toes, which were curled up in her slippers.

But Shen Jin clearly didn't give Lin Zhiyao a chance to hesitate or think things through further.

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin spoke, his voice gentler than she could ever remember, with a deliberately unhurried tone, "You slept with me, don't you plan to take responsibility?"

Take advantage of the perfect opportunity when her thoughts are stalled by shame.

Shen Jin simply turned the tables, "Last night, I originally intended to leave you behind, but you held on tightly and wouldn't let go... Yao Yao, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

Actually, he's also having a hard time enduring it right now.

If Yao Yao really forgot...

He will take care of remembering it for her.

A thick, dark shadow flashed across Shen Jin's eyes.

They won't give her a chance to escape.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly raised her face, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, tears still clinging to her wet eyelashes, and the tip of her nose bright red.

She opened her mouth, looking a little dazed, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence from her throat: "T-take responsibility?"

Shen Jin didn't move, just held the pillow with one hand and turned the other palm over.

Then, he gently pried open her clenched knuckles one by one, changing the position so that he could hold her hand, interlocking his fingers and pressing them against her palm.

"Yes, I'll take responsibility."

Shen Jin lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. His eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his lower eyelids, making his fox-like eyes appear even more profound as he gazed straight into Lin Zhiyao's eyes.

A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke softly, "Just be my girlfriend, that's enough."