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

Lin Zhiyao suspected that she had misheard or was hallucinating.

She blinked, then blinked again, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a very soft "ah".

Lin Zhiyao suspected that she hadn't actually woken up today and was still dreaming, and hadn't come to work at all.

As a result, Shen Jin seemed even more surprised than her when he saw her surprised expression. Then, he seemed to understand something and frowned in distress. "Didn't Xiao Zhou tell you what to do beforehand? What kind of work is this?"

In reality, Shen Jin was acting, pretending. He was clearly a cunning wolf in sheep's clothing, deceiving the other lambs by claiming that he was one of their kind and wouldn't eat them.

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

The four words "practice kissing skills" kept replaying in her mind. She recognized each word, but when put together, they seemed like gibberish.

Shen Jin leaned back on the sofa, looking very relaxed, and he didn't seem embarrassed at all. He even poured her a glass of water and pushed it towards her.

"Were you scared?" he asked.

Lin Zhiyao nodded mechanically, then shook her head abruptly.

Shen Jin looked at her for two seconds, then suddenly sighed, his tone like he was coaxing a child, "I'm joining a new production next month, and the role requires a kissing scene. I'm not very good at that, so I'd like to find someone to practice with."

He spoke so naturally, as if he were just talking about how nice the weather was today.

"Then, then you should find someone else..." Lin Zhiyao finally found her voice, barely audible, "Find a professional actor or something..."

"I don't want to find someone in the industry," Shen Jin interrupted her, his tone indifferent. "It'll be too much trouble."

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips.

She understood a little.

For a movie star, scandals are more valuable than acting skills. Spending just five minutes with any actress can land him on the trending topics list, which is indeed troublesome.

"Then why me?" She was still unwilling to accept it.

Shen Jin's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds.

"You're an intern, you'll go back to school after filming wraps up, and we won't have any contact," he said. "Besides, you seem very well-behaved and won't go around talking nonsense."

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

That's a reason that's hard to refute.

She gripped the strap of the canvas bag, twisting her fingers back and forth, while two little figures in her mind were locked in a fierce battle.

One person said: "Are you crazy? Asking for a kiss on the first meeting? Isn't that harassment? Isn't that harassment?!" But she could have easily refused, and Shen Jin seemed like a pretty nice person.

Another said: "Besides, he's Shen Jin. Shen Jin. Movie Emperor. Top star. That face. That figure I just caught a glimpse of. How could she be at a disadvantage?"

"I won't let you help me for nothing," Shen Jin said calmly. "I can talk to the director and get you signed directly to my studio after your internship."

Lin Zhiyao's eyes widened in surprise.

Shen Jin's studio is a place that countless people in the industry would kill to get into.

"Or you can name your terms," ​​Shen Jin added.

Lin Zhiyao was silent for about ten seconds, then asked in a very low voice, "...Just practice?"

Shen Jin nodded.

"Just...just a touch of lips?" she asked again.

Shen Jin paused, not answering directly, but instead asked her, "What do you think of kissing scenes?"

Lin Zhiyao blushed again.

Of course she knows what kissing scenes are like. She's been a fan for so many years, she's seen all kinds of edits and saved all kinds of GIFs.

"I...I..." Lin Zhiyao stammered for a long time, then closed her eyes as if she had made a great decision, "Then you have to promise me that you won't let anyone else know."

Shen Jin's lips curved slightly.

"I promise."

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, put the canvas bag aside, sat up properly, and placed her hands on her knees.

She felt she might be the most outrageous intern in the entire universe.

"Then, shall we start now?"

Lin Zhiyao's voice was trembling.

Shen Jin was genuinely amused by her death-defying expression.

He stood up, walked around the coffee table, and before Lin Zhiyao could react, he was already half-squatting in front of her, his gaze level with hers.

too close.

Lin Zhiyao froze, forgetting even to breathe.

Shen Jin's eyes were exceptionally beautiful, with a rare, classic fox-like shape. They were even more striking up close, with a deep, dark pupil, like an unyielding pool of ink. His eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under his eyes when they drooped slightly.

"Don't be nervous," Shen Jin said softly. "It's just practice."

Lin Zhiyao wanted to say "I'm not nervous," but her mouth wouldn't cooperate.

Shen Jin raised one hand and lightly touched her jawline with his fingertips, lifting her face slightly.

The movements were slow, as if giving her enough time to dodge.

Lin Zhiyao did not dodge.

She couldn't even move.

Shen Jin moved half an inch closer, his breath already brushing against her lips.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly closed her eyes.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Nothing happened.

She peeked through a crack in her eye and saw that Shen Jin had stopped less than an inch away from her, looking down at her with a faint smile on his lips.

"You're closing your mouth so tightly, do you want me to give you CPR?" Shen Jin asked, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing.

Lin Zhiyao quickly closed her eyes again, this time really tightly, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

The next second, a very light touch landed on my lips.

Warm, dry, with a hint of mint.

It just touched me lightly, like a feather landing on the water's surface; I barely felt it before it was gone.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went completely blank.

Shen Jin stepped back and leaned back on the sofa, his posture as casual as if nothing had happened.

"Not bad," Shen Jin commented, his tone so calm that Lin Zhiyao wanted to punch him. "You're too stiff, relax."

Lin Zhiyao opened her eyes, stared at him for three seconds, and confirmed that this person was not joking.

"You...you've finished practicing?"

Lin Zhiyao's voice was weak.

"What do you think?" Shen Jin asked in return.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know what she felt.

All she knew was that the sensation lingered on her lips, and it just wouldn't go away.

"Let's do it again," Shen Jin said, not in a tone of negotiation.

Lin Zhiyao wanted to say "no," but her mouth moved faster than her brain, and she uttered a mumbled "hmm."

The second time, Shen Jin didn't squat down, but sat down directly next to her. The sofa cushion sank slightly, and Lin Zhiyao leaned a little towards him.

Before she could adjust her posture, Shen Jin had already turned to the side, one hand supporting himself on the back of the sofa behind her, and the other hand raised, his fingertips lightly pressing against the corner of her lips.

"Don't bite your lip," Shen Jin said.

Lin Zhiyao then realized that she had bitten her lower lip without realizing it, and quickly let go.

Shen Jin's gaze fell on her lips for two seconds before he lowered his head.

This time it took a little longer than before.

He still didn't use much force, only a gentle touch, but paused slightly as he left, as if confirming something.

Lin Zhiyao's fingers gripped the sofa cushion.

Shen Jin stepped back, frowning.

"It's still not right," Shen Jin said, as if he were seriously analyzing a technical problem. "You're dodging the question."

"I didn't," Lin Zhiyao immediately retorted.

"You do," Shen Jin said with certainty. "Your shoulders are shrugging back."

Lin Zhiyao was speechless.

She is indeed hiding.

It wasn't intentional; it was a natural bodily reaction.

"Again," Shen Jin said.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath and mentally scolded herself.

It's just practice. If you want to kiss, then kiss. It's not like you've never kissed before—okay, she really hadn't.

She turned her head and met Shen Jin's eyes, trying her best not to look away.

Shen Jin looked at her for two seconds, then suddenly reached out, placed his palm on the back of her head, and inserted his fingers into her hair to hold her head in place.

"Don't move," he said to her lips.

Then kiss him.

This time it wasn't just a fleeting glance.

His lips pressed against hers, lingering for several seconds, even shifting slightly as if searching for the right angle, his tongue brushing against hers almost imperceptibly.

Lin Zhiyao felt numb all over, from her spine all the way down to her fingertips.

Her mind went completely blank; she had no thoughts at all, only the vivid sensation on her lips.

When Shen Jin finally stepped back, Lin Zhiyao felt like she had just run 800 meters, her heart was beating abnormally fast.

"It's a little better," Shen Jin said, his voice low, "but there are still problems."

Lin Zhiyao gasped for breath, unable to speak at all.

Shen Jin looked at her flushed face and slightly red lips, paused for a moment, and then looked away.

"That's all for today." Shen Jin stood up, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and said, "We'll continue after work tomorrow."

Lin Zhiyao finally caught her breath, but when she heard the word "tomorrow," she almost fainted again.

"Should we...continue?"

"I've only practiced three times." Shen Jin turned to look at her, his expression matter-of-fact. "Do you think you can learn it in one go? Or do you think that was a good kiss?"

Lin Zhiyao knew that of course not.

The most important thing for celebrities acting in kissing scenes is to look good on camera, to be seductive, alluring, and full of eroticism.

Instead of two dry lips touching.

Shen Jin was probably being considerate of her, seeing that she was too nervous, so he didn't go too far and waited for her to adjust.

He's actually a really nice person.