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

Lin Zhiyao seemed to have been put on pause; even her breathing stopped.

She stared blankly at Shen Jin, the string in her mind snapping suddenly, leaving only a buzzing sound.

"what?"

After a long pause, Lin Zhiyao finally managed to utter a single word, clearly in disbelief.

He looked completely bewildered.

But Shen Jin didn't give her a chance to refuse.

He held her hand, his fingertips pressed against the thin skin on the inside of her wrist, his grip light yet as steady as if it were welded there.

Lin Zhiyao wanted to say something more, but his fox-like eyes pressed down on her, so she could only swallow her words.

"……good."

Lin Zhiyao heard herself speak softly, her voice weak at the end, light as if she were walking on cotton, carrying a sense of unreal illusion.

She still found it unbelievable.

Perhaps... President Shen just wants to have some fun?

Wealthy people at this level usually seek partners from similar social standing, for easier resource integration, right? There's no reason for them to be interested in her...

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, like dense tree shadows hanging down, obscuring the wandering thoughts in her almond-shaped eyes.

Shen Jin lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her constantly shifting eyes.

Her eyes darted around, refusing to settle on him, as if she were disgusted by something.

Shen Jin's expression gradually darkened.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin spoke, his voice low, returning to the question that had been bothering him at the beginning, "You dislike me a lot?"

Lin Zhiyao was taken aback, then abruptly looked up: "Huh? No, no..."

"Then why are you hiding?" Shen Jin tightened his grip on her wrist, his knuckles digging slightly into her delicate skin. "Why won't you look at me? Do you hate it? Do you think it's ugly?"

Lin Zhiyao then realized what he was talking about, and her whole face flushed red, even the base of her neck turned bright red.

She shook her head frantically, stammering, "No, no, Mr. Shen, I..."

To be honest, it's quite good-looking.

It's so much better looking than those blurry silhouettes of men's health clinic guys flashing on those yellow pop-up ads. The lines are clean, the colors are light, and it even looks a bit...clean.

But how can she possibly say that?

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for a long time, finally managing to utter only a soft, barely audible hum: "No... not ugly..."

Shen Jin stared at her flushed cheeks, the shadow in his fox-like eyes had not yet dissipated, but his tightly pursed lips loosened slightly.

He rubbed his thumb against Lin Zhiyao's wrist bone, his fingertip brushing against the thin layer of skin and flesh.

"Then why won't you watch?"

"..."

Lin Zhiyao's gaze remained fixed on his collarbone, refusing to move it down even an inch.

Shen Jin followed her gaze and looked down at himself, then looked up again. Suddenly, as if he understood something, the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.

He didn't force her to look anymore, but he didn't let go either.

"And another thing," Shen Jin changed the subject, clearly also dissatisfied with Lin Zhiyao's way of addressing him, "you're my girlfriend now, why are you still calling me President Shen?"

Actually, she only wanted to maintain a purely professional employment relationship with Mr. Shen...

But it was too late to say anything then.

Lin Zhiyao, unable to resist his persistent pestering, could only bite the bullet and ask, "Then... then can we call each other boyfriend in private?"

Shen Jin didn't respond.

Lin Zhiyao stole a glance at him and saw that he turned his face to the side, his fox-like eyes not looking at her, but his head was slightly turned to the side, clearly listening intently and waiting for her to call him.

The posture was made perfectly clear.

Lin Zhiyao's face burned even hotter. Her lips moved again and again, but she couldn't utter those few simple words no matter how many times they rolled around on her tongue.

Shen Jin didn't urge him. He just stood there with his face turned to the side, holding a pillow in one hand to shield himself. His patience was unusual.

half an hour.

"Boyfriend..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, with a weak, ethereal quality at the end, like a breath squeezed out of her throat.

Shen Jin then turned his face back, the dark look in his fox-like eyes dissipated, and even the corners of his lips relaxed.

He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, the tip of his nose brushing against her burning cheek.

"Um."

Her voice was languid, with a satisfied trailing tone, "Baby..."

Lin Zhiyao shrank back as he rubbed against her, her back pressing against the door panel again.

Shen Jin took another step closer, pressing the edge of the pillow against her lower abdomen, his presence felt even through the thin fabric of her clothes.

It seemed as if a scorching heat could be clearly transmitted through the clothes and pillows.

Lin Zhiyao was set on fire.

"Now..." Shen Jin looked down at her blushing face, his voice low and seductive, "May I kiss my girlfriend?"

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to blush from being teased. She was too shy to refuse, but before she could even open her lips, Shen Jin, who had been staring at her, kissed her.

The burning tongue seized the opportunity.

He slipped his tongue through her slightly parted lips and hooked it around her small, soft tongue.

"Well……"

The two exchanged an extremely intimate and lingering kiss, but it wasn't intense; rather, it was very gentle.

Shen Jin released her.

But Lin Zhiyao's mind was even more confused.

Her almond-shaped eyes were glazed over from the kisses, and her naturally pink lips glistened with moisture, making her even more alluring.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, but considering it was her first time, he didn't continue.

He turned around naturally and walked to the sofa, grabbed a bathrobe, and made as if to put it on.

The spine narrows down from the back of the neck, the shoulders are slightly open, and the muscles on both sides of the waist move gently with the turning motion. There are still a few red marks under the lower back that haven't faded, probably left from last night.

Lin Zhiyao was caught off guard when she saw his bare back. Her mind went blank, and she quickly raised her hands to cover her face again, this time even more tightly than before.

"Ahhh, you, you..."

Lin Zhiyao stood there, mumbling for a long time, but couldn't get the rest of her sentence out. Her voice was stuck in her throat, muffled and trembling.

Hearing her movement, Shen Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, turned his head, and the outline of his profile was outlined with a light shimmer in the sunlight.

"Hmm? Yao Yao, what's wrong? Didn't I listen to you and get ready to get dressed?"

Her tone was one of genuine doubt, but also with a hint of self-righteousness, as if she were the strange one making a fuss.

Lin Zhiyao was speechless at those words, only her bright red ear tips were visible, and a short whimper escaped her throat, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

There was a rustling sound coming from in front of me.

"alright."

Lin Zhiyao peeked out through her fingers.

Shen Jin had already put on a gray silk robe with a good drape, but he only loosely tied the ties.

With the neckline half-open, there's still very little to cover, and this half-concealed state actually makes people feel even more embarrassed...

Lin Zhiyao's cheeks were burning hot and numb, and even the base of her neck was flushed pink. Although she put her hand down, she quickly glanced at it and then looked away.

I still can't look him in the eye.

Shen Jin seemed oblivious to her embarrassment, and was slowly and deliberately folding up his sleeves to reveal the smooth lines of his forearms.

Lin Zhiyao was still blushing, but at least she wasn't covering her face anymore. She hesitated, wanting him to put on another piece of clothing.

Shen Jin understood her unspoken meaning, his fox-like eyes smiling: "What's there to be shy about? What didn't you see last night?"