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

Lin Zhiyao couldn't speak, she could only shake her head, tears streaming down her cheeks and into her hair, she barely had the strength to shake her head anymore.

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The bed curtains swayed.

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Lin Zhiyao was so exhausted by him that she couldn't even groan. She could only turn her head weakly, her fingers sliding off his sweaty shoulder and resting softly on the pillow.

In the candlelight, the red plum blossoms on the snow-covered ground reflected the warm light, creating a beautiful and decadent scene.

Shen Jin looked down at her.

A few strands of hair on her forehead were damp with sweat, falling down and brushing against her brow bone.

He looked down at her delirious state and let out a low laugh.

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Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow, her fingers gripping the brocade quilt so tightly that her knuckles turned white, but gradually, she lost her strength and fainted on the bed.

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Shen Jin then realized that the person in his arms had completely gone limp, breathing long and even, and had actually fainted.

He stopped, looking at Lin Zhiyao's flushed profile. There were still pitiful tears on her eyelashes, her lips were slightly swollen and slightly parted, revealing a wet, red tongue tip.

Shen Jin, panting, turned Lin Zhiyao back over, reached out to brush the wet hair sticking to her face, looked down at himself, and let out a soft sigh as if in helplessness, letting her go.

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As the passion subsided, the ambiguous atmosphere that had filled the room gradually cooled down.

Shen Jin called for someone to bring in water, pulled the brocade quilt over Lin Zhiyao's body, lay down beside her, rested his head on his arm, and turned his head to look at her.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating Lin Zhiyao's peaceful and innocent sleeping face, with only her temples still damp with sweat, clinging to her cheeks.

Soon.

The servant brought in water, keeping his head down and eyes lowered the whole time, not daring to look at it for long. He put down the wooden bucket and immediately left quietly.

Shen Jin carried Lin Zhiyao into the wooden tub and washed her body.

With the screen in the background, Shen Jin let the servants come in and change the bedding.

After cleaning Lin Zhiyao up and changing the bedding outside, he picked her up, carefully dried her body, applied the swelling-reducing and cooling medicine he had prepared beforehand, and then put her back on the clean bed.

Lin Zhiyao was probably really exhausted. She hadn't woken up despite all the commotion earlier, but now she seemed to feel better and was sleeping peacefully with a serene expression.

His breathing was shallow and steady.

Shen Jin lay down beside her, gently brushed the fine downy hairs on her earlobe with his fingertips, breathed softly, pulled Lin Zhiyao into his arms, and closed his eyes as well.

The candle was blown out.

The room was completely dark, with only two shallow breaths that seemed to be lingering together.

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Day two.

Lin Zhiyao slept until the sun set again, and only woke up late at dusk.

When she woke up, her mind was still foggy and she couldn't remember anything. In addition, her body was clean and refreshed, but she felt very sore, so she thought she was still at home and that she might be sick. She couldn't remember the real reason.

Lin Zhiyao propped herself up and sat up, looking around in a daze. She noticed that the bed curtains had been changed to a new color, no longer the lotus root color of the one in her boudoir.

She still couldn't react.

It took quite a while for things to calm down.

He suddenly came to his senses.

She wasn't at her own residence, but at the mansion that Shen Jinxi was using for summer.

Thinking back to how he had walked right into a trap yesterday.

Lin Zhiyao shuddered. She lifted the brocade quilt and found that she had been dressed in a pure white nightgown, and could not see what had happened to her.

But she felt weak all over, so it was clear that what happened yesterday was not a nightmare.

Lin Zhiyao's vision went black.

She doesn't have a severe cold.

Instead... she lost her virginity to that wicked and vicious Ninth Prince, who deserved to be torn to pieces.

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