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

Shen Jin deliberately asked, "Yao Yao, what are you asking me to do?"

Lin Zhiyao blushed deeply, stammered, and then continued, "It's just...it's just...Dr. Shen, could you...could you let me take a look at your body?"

They said they were looking.

But Lin Zhiyao is blind, so how can she see? Of course, she can only rely on touch.

Shen Jin chuckled softly. Then, Lin Zhiyao felt the pressure on her suddenly loosen. He got up and went to the side, and soon there was a rustling sound.

Dr. Shen is taking off her clothes.

Lin Zhiyao felt embarrassed just thinking about it, and her ears burned.

She bit her lip, probably feeling extremely ashamed, and suddenly regretted it.

"Dr. Shen..."

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled as she was about to suggest forgetting it, but before she could speak...

The rustling sounds stopped.

Shen Jin moved closer again.

He grabbed her hand and then pulled her toward him.

It was a hot and strong male body, unlike the limp feeling she had all over; it was supple yet powerful.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, unable to describe the exact feeling. She only knew that the warmth she touched under her fingertips and between her palms felt wonderful, with smooth and beautiful lines. She couldn't see it, but she knew it must be an extremely beautiful body.

It feels warm and firm to the touch under the fingertips.

Broad chest, narrow waist, and further down...

Shen Jin suddenly stopped.

Lin Zhiyao wanted to continue, but Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and held her still, preventing her from moving.

She tilted her head slightly, her unfocused almond-shaped eyes filled with confusion, as if asking—why did you suddenly stop?

You've only experienced half of it; there's still the other half to go.

Shen Jin didn't continue, but he didn't let go either. Instead, he slowly gathered Lin Zhiyao's soft, slender fingers into his palm, leaned down, and breathed into her ear, hot and slow.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin said, "isn't it a bit unfair to only let you see me?"

Lin Zhiyao blinked, her eyelashes brushing against his nose, "...Ah."

Shen Jin chuckled softly, then took her hand and moved it away from her lean waist, placing it on her own forearm instead.

Through the thin fabric, Lin Zhiyao could feel her own warm skin.

She had touched it all while showering; it was soft and yielding, lacking the firm, distinct texture of other skin. Lin Zhiyao was even more confused.

She's not easy to touch either.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. The soft, warm skin he touched was as smooth and tender as freshly peeled lychee flesh, white and delicate. Just stroking the skin on her forearm almost made him lose control.

"Look, Yao Yao."

Shen Jin's voice was low and slow, as if he were coaxing a bewildered child, "I only touched this tiny little part of you, but you touched me all over from head to toe, so, isn't that a bit unfair?"

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed instantly, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand away from his grasp. "I didn't... I didn't mean to, you made me..."

"Yes, that's right, I did let you touch me, but..."

Shen Jin casually picked up the conversation, his thumb gently stroking the thin skin on her wrist, "But Yao Yao, aren't you also curious? Curious about the differences between men and women?"

He spoke calmly and slowly.

"You're the one who wants to know, so I'm helping you, Yao Yao. You can't keep letting me suffer losses, can you? That's not good for a friend..."

"So Yao Yao, in order to remain good friends, we should reciprocate."

Lin Zhiyao shrank back, refusing shyly, "I...I don't want to...Dr. Shen, can you use something else? I...my body isn't nice to touch, it's soft and I don't have much muscle..."

"No, I only want an equal exchange."

Shen Jin lowered his head, his nose brushing against her burning earlobe. "And soft is better. I don't mind, Yao Yao. Good friends would never mind each other."

Lin Zhiyao turned her face away, a blush spreading from her cheeks all the way to her collarbone. "Dr. Shen, please stop talking..."

"Yaoyao, do you not want me as your friend anymore?" Shen Jin's voice seemed to carry a hint of sadness, low and disappointed.

Lin Zhiyao panicked and quickly explained, "No, Dr. Shen, why would you think that? You've misunderstood me. You're my only friend, my best friend. I don't want to lose you at all..."

She spoke hurriedly, subconsciously gripping Shen Jin's arm tightly, as if afraid he would leave immediately. Even the tip of her rosy nose was covered in a layer of fine sweat, and her almond-shaped eyes could only vaguely look at him, but it was obvious that she was anxious to avoid being misunderstood.

But at the end, her voice trailed off, as if she were quite embarrassed, "Dr. Shen, I just... I really don't have anything nice to touch on my body..."

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. She turned her head away to avoid his breath, and her last words were so soft that they were almost inaudible.

"How could that be?"

Shen Jin gently brushed his nose against her flushed and hot earlobe.

Then, the tip of his nose slowly slid down his jawline, his breath shallow, finally stopping on the thin skin on the side of his neck, the hot breath making her shrink back.

"Yaoyao, I see your ears are red, and your neck is red too... Yaoyao, you're beautiful all over, and you feel so good to touch."

As Shen Jin spoke, his palm was already on her waist. Through the thin dress he had personally chosen for her to wear, his five fingers were clenched together, and he slowly pushed upwards along her slender and soft waistline.

Lin Zhiyao tensed up, her fingertips gripping his arm, but she didn't dare to use force. She could only hold onto the small piece of fabric on his shirt cuff, as if she were clutching something that could save her life.

"Dr. Shen..."

"Um?"

Shen Jin's lips descended again, as if knowing how vulnerable and sensitive that area was, pressing against her throbbing pulse, his voice muffled: "Yao Yao, your heart is beating so fast, so fast, are you nervous?"

Lin Zhiyao immediately forgot what she was going to say, or perhaps she just subconsciously called his name to relieve her tension, not knowing what to say in the first place.

So she whispered, "...Yes, a little."

"Don't be nervous, it's normal for good friends to do this kind of thing. Didn't you touch me just now? I just wanted to touch you back, Yao Yao, it's fair."

As Shen Jin spoke, he raised his palm upwards, pushing her skirt up to her waist. Then, his burning palm pressed against her like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, tightly gripping that delicate area.

Ah, the texture was just as soft and smooth as he had imagined, like a peeled peach—soft, juicy, and plump, making it irresistible.

Shen Jin's breathing became heavy for a moment, his fox-like eyes staring greedily at that slender waist like white jade, the already deep dark color in his eyes deepening even further.

Just now, when he held the thin layer of skin and flesh on her slender wrist, he felt that her bones were delicate and her flesh and bones were extremely well-proportioned, and she would definitely have an extremely beautiful bone structure and flesh.

This is a chance to see each other now.

It was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.