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

Shen Jin pressed Lin Zhiyao down on the bed and kissed her for a long time, and then...

She only slowly loosened her grip when she cried until she was too weak to struggle anymore, her whole body slumped on the brocade quilt, too lazy to even lift a finger.

Shen Jin got up and walked to the side.

Lin Zhiyao faintly heard a soft metallic clanging sound, as if something resembling a metal chain had been shaken off.

She instinctively wanted to shrink into the corner of the bed.

But after Shen Jin's unrestrained antics, he had no strength left to move.

"What are you going to do..." Lin Zhiyao's sweet and soft voice became slightly hoarse.

Shen Jin did not answer.

He pressed one knee onto the edge of the bed, leaned down and grasped Lin Zhiyao's slender ankle with an unyielding force, causing the delicate skin on his palm to blush slightly.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were deep.

Lin Zhiyao's calves tensed instantly, and she tried desperately to pull back, but the hand remained motionless. She could feel Shen Jin bending down, and then the soft tinkling of the chain rang out again.

The next second, Shen Jin put something slightly cool on her ankle.

There was a "click" sound.

"...What is this?"

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled slightly.

Although she couldn't see clearly, she could feel the extremely cold and delicate chain by the touch of her ankle and the back of her foot.

It's not heavy, but it has a very strong presence.

"chain."

Shen Jin said softly, his fingers gently stroking her delicate skin. "It's very fine, and it's made of leather, so it won't hurt you."

Lin Zhiyao lowered her head to touch it, her trembling fingertips brushing against a cool, smooth, thin chain.

About the thickness of two toothpicks put together, one end was fastened to her ankle, and the other end extended towards the carved pillar at the foot of the bed.

She tugged at it, and the chain instantly snapped straight, making a very faint metallic sound.

It was long enough for her to move around on the bed and within a few steps of the ground.

"...You're crazy."

Lin Zhiyao gripped the chain tightly, her voice squeezed out through clenched teeth.

Shen Jin didn't speak.

He grabbed her wrist, pressed it against the pillow, and lowered his head to kiss the still reddened skin on the side of her neck.

His breath was hot and heavy, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin whispered into her soft earlobe, "If you run away once, I'll lock you up for a day; if you run away twice, I'll lock you up for two days... If you really want to run away, that's fine too. I don't mind keeping you locked up forever... baby..."

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, buried her face in the pillow, and didn't say anything.

Her worst fears came true, but she was powerless to stop them.

Shen Jin sat on the edge of the bed. "Yao Yao, this chain is very thin. It won't get in the way when you wear it. It won't affect your reading, eating, or sleeping. Let's go back to how things are normally."

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

Tears had long since stopped flowing.

*

Shen Jin is probably really busy.

After initially keeping an eye on her for a day, I started working long hours, leaving early and returning late.

Lin Zhiyao sat on the edge of the bed.

Chains are easier to adapt to than I thought.

The delicate gold chain dangled from her ankle, so light that it was barely noticeable when she walked. Only when she turned around and the chain taut against her ankle did she remember its presence.

She was used to being alone in her room, and she had various Braille books left to her by Shen Jin, so strictly speaking, her life now was even more colorful than when she first started.

But Lin Zhiyao was still afraid.

Because she didn't know if Shen Jin would suddenly and silently kill her one day.

At the same time, they also felt betrayed and fooled.

She was the only one who truly considered him a friend.

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips tightly.

Shen Jin returned home that evening.

The first thing I did was walk to the bedside, embrace her, and lower my head to kiss her forehead.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head away, but Shen Jin wasn't annoyed. He simply pinched her chin, turned her face back, and kissed her fiercely.

With a hint of punishment, it made her feel slightly suffocated until she became dizzy.

Only then did he let go of her.

Not only that, Shen Jin would personally take care of her when she changed clothes, ate, and even took a bath, unwilling to let anyone else do it for her.

When Shen Jin first tried to give Lin Zhiyao a bath, she refused.

But Shen Jin didn't give her a chance to refuse, and carried her to the bathroom.

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to accept it.

Shen Jin put on a longer chain, wrapped it around her wrist, and carried her into the bathtub.

He supported the back of her neck with one hand and used the other hand to wipe her back with a wet towel.

Lin Zhiyao kept her eyes closed and remained silent from beginning to end. Her skin had been steamed by the hot water and turned a beautiful pinkish color, and her body was tense.

But after doing it many times, Lin Zhiyao got used to it and didn't even realize when her body relaxed.

Until one day...

Lin Zhiyao began to move closer to Shen Jin, and her fear gradually faded.

I don't know if it's because I'm truly no longer afraid.

I still feel that being afraid is useless, so I might as well just live in the present.

Perhaps their souls were already broken, which is why they devoured each other upon contact, until they experienced the deepest love amidst the hurt. Twisted? Perhaps.

But Lin Zhiyao gradually realized that she seemed unable to leave.

*

at first.

Lin Zhiyao simply moved closer to Shen Jin when he was sitting at the foot of the bed reading, and quietly read her book without saying a word.

Then one afternoon...

The weather was gloomy, and the room became dark.

Lin Zhiyao felt a little cold, so she slowly moved to Shen Jin's side, gave him a bit of her blanket, and then leaned gently against his shoulder.

Shen Jin paused for a moment as he turned the pages of the book.

He didn't hug her immediately, but just let her lean against him, as if afraid of disturbing her dream.

After a while, once he was sure what was in front of him was real, Shen Jin slowly reached out and placed his hand on her waist, his touch very light.

"Cold?" Shen Jin asked.

"Um."

Shen Jin took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders; the fabric still carried the warmth of his body.

Lin Zhiyao wrapped her coat tighter around herself, and the familiar scent of soapberry mixed with the slightly bitter herbs warmed her whole body.

After a moment, Lin Zhiyao suddenly said, "From now on... don't lock me up anymore."

Shen Jin looked down at her, his gaze lowered, and said calmly, "Then promise me you won't run away?"

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips and remained silent for a while, then buried her face in his shoulder and mumbled, "...Mmm."

Shen Jin didn't speak, but after a while, she felt a soft click as the clasp on her ankle was unlocked. The thin chain slipped off her ankle and dangled onto the bed sheet, feeling cool.

Lin Zhiyao stretched her limbs.

Mobility joints.

Shen Jin's palm immediately covered hers, gently rubbing the skin on the inside of her ankle that had been locked in by leather for a long time. He rubbed it with just the right amount of pressure, as if to make sure that there was no chafing.

"I'll rub it in for you," Shen Jin said.

Lin Zhiyao didn't pull her foot away, letting him hold it, her fair little feet stepping on his arm.

The two sat side by side on the edge of the bed, one rubbing her ankle, the other leaning against it quietly, neither of them mentioning anything else.

After that.

Shen Jin still goes out during the day, so busy that he is nowhere to be seen.

Lin Zhiyao's activities have become more widespread.

Generally speaking, Lin Zhiyao likes to curl up on the sofa by the window to read, feeling the warm sunshine on her body, which makes her feel lazy.

As soon as Shen Jin's footsteps echoed in the corridor in the evening, she recognized him.

Lin Zhiyao would always put down her book and turn her head towards the door.

Shen Jin pushed the door open and came in, seeing Lin Zhiyao sitting lazily on the sofa.

A half-read book lay open at her feet, her hair bathed in the warm chestnut gold of the setting sun.

Shen Jin walked over, bent down, and kissed the top of her head. "How much did you watch today?"

"Two books." Lin Zhiyao reached out, groped for his fingers, and gently hooked them together. "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"There's still food in the kitchen; I asked the housekeeper to save some for you."

Shen Jin stared at her for two seconds, his fox-like eyes narrowing slightly, as if confirming something.

Then he smiled slowly, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "Yaoyao, you're being too good to me right now."

Lin Zhiyao tilted her head slightly, her ears turning a little red, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she gripped his hand even tighter.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

Shen Jin did not answer immediately.

He looked down at her reddened earlobes, then at the hand that was gripping his fingers. Her knuckles were slender, but her grip was slightly tightened, as if she was afraid he would pull it away.

"Hmm." Shen Jin chuckled, bent down, picked her up from the chair, and placed her on the bed.

Shen Jin propped himself up on his arms and leaned over Lin Zhiyao, then gently kissed her from her brow down to her collarbone.

Lin Zhiyao tilted her chin up, reached out and hooked her hand around the back of his neck, her fingertips digging into his hair.

She couldn't see Shen Jin's expression, but she could feel that his shoulders were very tense, and his heart was beating fast and heavy when his chest pressed down.

"...Shouldn't you stop running?"

Shen Jin suddenly asked, his lips pressed against her neck, his voice low and muffled.

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment.

Then she gently shook her head.

"I'm not running anymore."

Shen Jin didn't respond, but his breathing became heavier for a moment. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his nose brushing against hers, and remained silent for a long while.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened. The room lights were off, with only a sliver of warm yellow light seeping in from the hallway illuminating the floor.

Lin Zhiyao looked up, her unfocused pupils reflecting the blurry light and shadow.

She touched the back of Shen Jin's neck, her fingertips brushing against a thin layer of damp sweat.

"Your heart is beating so fast," she said.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his voice vibrating as it came from his chest. "Yes, I'm so happy that you're willing to stay."

Lin Zhiyao didn't refute, but simply turned her face to the side, pressed it against the hollow of his collarbone, and slowly closed her eyes.

She felt her heartbeat quicken, but it wasn't the same as when she was scared. It was like someone was slowly pouring a cup of sugar water into her chest, warm and sweet.

Lin Zhiyao gripped Shen Jin's collar by the back of his neck and whispered, "Dr. Shen, please... don't scare me like that again."

Shen Jin kissed her forehead.

"it is good."

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

Is their relationship twisted?

Twisted.

But she was already a disabled person.

It also has a flawed soul.

Perhaps, only this kind of love, which brings both intense bitterness and intoxicating ecstasy, could she believe in.

She and he would be intertwined until they could no longer be separated.