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

The year we got married.

Lin Zhiyao was unusually lively.

Especially during menstruation, she becomes even more lively and restless, to the point that you could say she's deliberately causing trouble.

Knowing that Shen Jin was helpless against her at this time, Lin Zhiyao took advantage of her menstrual period and became even more willful.

For example, today, Lin Zhiyao came out after taking a shower, her body still damp, wearing only his shirt.

Shen Jin is nearly 1.9 meters tall, while Lin Zhiyao is only a little over 1.6 meters tall. His shirt was not well-fitting for Lin Zhiyao, and it looked like a dress on her, with the hem barely covering her upper legs.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhiyao had only fastened a few buttons in the middle, leaving her neckline loose and revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

She deliberately walked barefoot on the carpet in front of him, her long hair still dripping wet.

When Lin Zhiyao occasionally bent down to pick up the Braille books that she had carelessly scattered on the ground, the hem of her shirt would slide up a bit, almost covering everything and revealing a pair of straight and slender legs underneath.

Shen Jin leaned against the headboard reading documents, his fox-like eyes lifting up to gaze at the faint curve of her lower back.

His fingertips paused on the page for a moment, then he lowered his head to continue reading.

Lin Zhiyao felt that gaze, her lips curled up slightly, and she turned around and walked towards him with the book in her arms.

He pressed his knees against the edge of the bed and slowly moved to Shen Jin's side, who seemed to be reading a book.

Then she scurried into Shen Jin's arms and rubbed her wet hair against his chin.

"Dr. Shen," Lin Zhiyao said in a soft, sweet voice, tilting her head back and looking unfocusedly in his direction with her almond-shaped eyes, "I'm cold."

Shen Jin looked down and saw that her neckline was completely bare; she wasn't wearing anything.

The thin layer of shirt fabric clung to his skin, several patches of it damp with moisture, revealing what lay beneath... incredibly alluring.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't move.

"If you're cold, go dry your hair," Shen Jin said calmly.

Lin Zhiyao ignored him, stretched out her leg and put it on his knee, her pink toes rubbing against the silk fabric of his pajama pants and hooking upwards.

"Blow it for me, I can't see." Lin Zhiyao looked completely innocent.

Shen Jin stared at her innocent and pretty face, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly closed the file in his hand and threw it on the bedside table.

I've decided to spank her to teach her a lesson.

Shen Jin grabbed her ankle that was draped over him, lifted Lin Zhiyao up from his arms, flipped her over, and pressed her onto his thigh.

Lin Zhiyao exclaimed "Ah!" and before she could react, she was forced to lie on his lap, her soft belly pressed against his knee.

Shen Jin held both legs in place with one hand, pinning them down so they couldn't move.

"Shen Jin! What are you doing—"

"Dishonest."

Shen Jin's voice came down from above, his palm pressed on her lower back, gently stroking it through the thin shirt, then he raised his hand and lowered it.

"How many times has this happened today? Walking around in front of me dressed like this, haven't you gotten a beating in a while?"

"Ah! Stop, stop!"

Although Lin Zhiyao was blind, the position of lying on his lap was too dangerous, and being spanked at her age would be too shameful. She twisted her waist and tried to break free, kicking her legs wildly.

But with his waist held, she couldn't break free much and could only kick the air in vain.

"I didn't do anything dishonest... How did I do anything dishonest...!"

"Still trying to deny it, huh?"

Shen Jin didn't respond, and hit him again.

Lin Zhiyao's waist went weak, her face flushed with shame. She snorted and struggled again, kicking her legs even harder until she kicked off her slippers. Her bare toes curled up, and fine blue veins bulged on her fair insteps.

Even the back of my knees was pinkish.

"Shen Jin, put me down... Waaah, you can't hit me like this..."

When Lin Zhiyao said this, her voice was filled with extreme shame and tears, no longer as smug and arrogant as before.

She knew perfectly well that Shen Jin couldn't touch her during her period, which is why she was so brazen, deliberately teasing him and then running away.

but now……

Lin Zhiyao regretted it.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Shen Jin stopped, initially mindful of her menstrual period, and only intended to discipline her for her mischievousness.

But at that moment, he lowered his eyes.

Suddenly, everything went blurry before my eyes.

It was all Lin Zhiyao's legs kicking haphazardly.

The hem of her shirt had long since brushed against her upper thighs, leaving her smooth, bare skin completely exposed, and her legs, strained from the struggle, revealed soft muscle lines.

His thighs were plump from being well-nourished, white and smooth like peeled lychee flesh, with a light, healthy pink hue, like mutton fat jade warmed by the sun, slender yet full, extremely sexy.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak or move, Lin Zhiyao became even more aggressive, kicking her legs twice more, trying to run away as quickly as possible.

Shen Jin suddenly released his grip on her hand.

Before Lin Zhiyao could even feel happy, the next second, she was grabbed by the waist, lifted up, turned around, and thrown onto the bed.

She sank into the soft down comforter, and before she could even prop herself up, Shen Jin pressed down on her.

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"Shen...Shen Jin?"

Lin Zhiyao finally realized something was even more wrong. Her eyelashes trembled. "W-what are you going to do? I'm still on my period!"

Shen Jin did not answer her.

He glanced down at his shoulder.

Those legs, pressed together, were fair and smooth, with the knees slightly bent, creating a beautiful and graceful curve.

Her skin was extremely delicate, moist, and had a light pink tint, which was from the moisture that hadn't been completely dried after showering, as well as the rosy residue left by the heat in the bathroom.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were deep, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but reach out and pinch his leg.

Lin Zhiyao trembled as he pinched her, and instinctively tried to pull her leg back, but her ankle was pinned down and she couldn't move it at all.

"...Your hands are so hot." Her eyelashes trembled, and her voice became even softer, "Waaah, I'm sorry, let me go!"

Shen Jin finally spoke, his voice much deeper and hoarse than usual: "Yao Yao, didn't you love flirting with me? And you seemed quite pleased with yourself, huh?"

Shen Jin leaned down, his nose brushing against Lin Zhiyao's pink collarbone, his other hand supporting his ear, his fox-like eyes dark and downcast.

"Since you're so restless, then find a different way to play with me."

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"you--"

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed instantly.

"Don't move." Shen Jin's voice was very low... "If you move again, I can't guarantee it will only end like this."

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Shen Jin lowered his eyes and stared at her flushed profile, then his gaze fell down to his own shoulder.

Her skin had a thin pinkish hue, like a peach soaked in hot water under the dim light.

He suddenly leaned down, his lips close to her ear, his warm breath carrying a low whisper: "Yaoyao, your legs are so soft."

Lin Zhiyao became incredibly popular.

She gripped the bedsheet with her fingers, mumbling curses at him as a bastard, but her voice trembled so badly that it broke into incoherent fragments by the end.

…………

I don't know how much time passed.

Everything has calmed down.

Lin Zhiyao felt a piece of fabric being placed on her, gently wiping her reddened skin. The movement was very gentle, but the lingering warmth didn't dissipate for a while, and it still felt slightly hot to the touch.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled and still nasal: "...It's no use wiping it clean, I can still feel it."

Shen Jin's hands didn't stop moving.

After wiping it clean, I casually tossed the soft towel into the laundry basket next to the bed.

Then he rolled onto the bed, pulled her into his arms, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"What did you feel?"

Shen Jin curled his lips and asked deliberately.

Lin Zhiyao was silent for a few seconds, then said in a muffled voice, "...You can wash the sheets yourself tomorrow."

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his chest heaving, and hugged her tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Mmm, I'll wash."

He paused, then added with a smile, "Will you dress like this in front of me again next time?"

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in his chest and stopped talking.

After a long while, so long that Shen Jin thought she had fallen asleep, he heard her muffledly say, "...depending on my mood."

Shen Jin smiled again, his hand slowly stroking down her back... where there was still a trace of warmth.

Lin Zhiyao became even more shy, curling up in Shen Jin's arms and grabbing his wrist to pull it to the side, but she couldn't budge it.

"You...you stop touching me."

Lin Zhiyao whispered, "Otherwise, it'll be like this again in a little while..."

Shen Jin didn't withdraw his hand, but he stopped making any further moves. "Okay, I won't move around, Yao Yao, don't worry."

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to let him go.

The night outside the window was deep and dark.

Shen Jin turned off the bedside lamp. In the darkness, he lowered his head and kissed the thin skin on the back of her neck, rested his chin on her shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

I secretly look forward to Yao Yao's next mischievous act.

[Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony] are just appetizers, nothing much.