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

Yes.

She was sent by her father to poison people, so how could her actions be related to being cautious?

Lin Zhiyao's gaze trembled, her eyes were red and wet, and her hands, which had been tightly gripping the fabric in front of Shen Jin's knees, fell limply, making her look even more pitiful.

Shen Jin leaned forward slightly, resting his arm on the table, and got closer to her.

The candlelight flickered in his eyes, reflecting two faint points of fire.

Shen Jin lifted Lin Zhiyao's chin. "Before spouting these nonsense, why don't you guess why I've been holding back from reporting this?"

As Shen Jin spoke, before she could answer, he pressed his fingertip against her soft lower lip and slowly wiped it, smearing lip rouge on the corner of her mouth, revealing a decadent beauty as if she had been abused.

"tonight……"

Shen Jin's voice was low and soft, like a snake's tongue flicking out, wet and cold as it licked her neck, then crawled into her ear, coiling and entwining, "Serve me well, and I'll pretend your father never wrote those letters."

Lin Zhiyao froze on the table.

The raised, swaying gaze seemed about to collapse, and within it tore apart Shen Jin's reflection.

"……good."

Lin Zhiyao agreed with trembling hands, only her shoulders still trembling slightly.

The crimson skirt flared out beside her glossy legs, like an extremely beautiful flower.

Shen Jin stretched out his long arm, grabbed Lin Zhiyao's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, Lin Zhiyao's knee collided with his thigh. She groaned and, fearing she would fall, frantically tried to brace herself against Shen Jin's chest.

Lin Zhiyao's hands groped around haphazardly, her palms feeling the rough, distinct texture of the golden python embroidery.

I finally managed to sit up straight.

She hurriedly raised her head, and there was Shen Jin's face right in front of her.

They were standing way too close.

Lin Zhiyao's nose almost brushed against his chin, her warm and light breath landing on Shen Jin's bobbing Adam's apple.

Shen Jin didn't dodge, letting her support him, his fox-like eyes fixed intently on Lin Zhiyao.

Lin Zhiyao trembled under that gaze, wanting to hide but finding nowhere to escape.

Suddenly, Shen Jin's large hand covered her soft cheek, his palm warm, his fingertips gently caressing it.

It's like a caged sparrow that has just been caught.

He tilted his head down, his breath brushing against Lin Zhiyao's forehead, incredibly hot. "But Miss Lin... ah, no."

Shen Jin paused, the smile on his lips widening slightly, "Now that we're not so distant, I should call you... Yao Yao."

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled wildly.

Shen Jin pressed his forehead against hers, his fox-like eyes lowered, staring intently into her slightly trembling, moist almond-shaped eyes. He slowly finished his sentence: "But Yao Yao, your running away today... has made me very angry. Such disobedience still warrants punishment."

Lin Zhiyao looked at him timidly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a thin layer of water, and she gently bit the inside of her lip until it turned white.

Shen Jin suddenly reached out with his free hand to the table, picked up the paperweight shaped like a reclining deer, and removed the sharp antlers.

The reclining deer is smooth and lustrous, about the size of two fingers held together. It has very few carved patterns, yet they are incredibly lifelike, and the warm jade exudes a sense of comfort.

Shen Jin stared at it for a moment.

With a casual toss, the deer's body landed in the pen holder with a dull thud.

Shen Jin reached back and retrieved the pen holder, placing it on the corner of the desk.

His other hand was still holding Lin Zhiyao's face, his fingertips casually brushing against her earlobe.

"You balance the pen holder on your head and read those letters."

Shen Jin gestured with his chin toward the stack of letters, his fox-like eyes crinkling, "So that Yao Yao won't misunderstand later and think that I deliberately made up stories about your father and brothers, but—"

He drew out his voice, then suddenly pressed his thumb into her lips until the flesh, which had been bitten white, turned a moist red again. He then wrapped his arms around Lin Zhiyao's slender waist, saying, "If the pen holder falls while you're reading..."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly, her waist struggling against his palm as she pleaded softly, "No, Lord Shen, please, I... I can't do it..."

Shen Jin ignored her, tightened his grip on her lower back, lifted Lin Zhiyao up, and pressed her down to kneel.

He picked up the pen holder and placed it steadily on the top of her head, close to the center of her hair.

"If the pen holder falls while you're reading."

Shen Jin put his fingers back on Lin Zhiyao's waist, his fox-like eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his voice was lazy and almost gentle, "If you don't finish reading a few letters, I'll give your father and brothers a lot of beatings."

Lin Zhiyao froze, her breath caught in her throat, and for some reason, a beautiful blush quickly spread across her face.

She reached out to grab the letters Shen Jin had picked out from the table, her fingertips trembling, shaking violently as she pinched the edges.

Shen Jin let her take it, his palm always resting on Lin Zhiyao's lower back.

Lin Zhiyao knelt on his lap, her skirt only reaching her knees, her calves pressed against his black robe. Even through the fabric, she could feel the heat spreading up layer by layer from their skin to skin.

"Chen, Chen..."

Lin Zhiyao looked down at the letter, but her vision was blurred by the mist, making it impossible to read the words.

After half a day, I could only barely make out the first four characters of the first line: "臣林知衡" (Chen Lin Zhiheng).

It's mostly due to nervousness or shame.

A beautiful blush quickly spread across Lin Zhiyao's face.

A thin layer seeped out along with the sweat, its vibrant color breathtaking.

Shen Jin didn't say anything, but only tightened his grip on her waist.

Lin Zhiyao's body went even weaker, her lips moved, and she managed to squeeze out broken words: "Your subject... Your subject Lin Zhiheng... bows and kowtows..."

The voice was soft and trembling, with a lingering tone at the end.

With each word she read, the pen holder on her head would bounce slightly, as if she were walking on a suspended wire.

Shen Jin leaned back in his chair, seemingly in no hurry to urge her, his fox-like eyes half-closed as he looked at her, his thick eyelashes long and straight.

His gaze slowly climbed from her trembling shoulders to the tips of her reddened ears.

Lin Zhiyao's back was ramrod straight.

Shen Jin gently stroked her waist with his fingertips.

Lin Zhiyao's forehead was beaded with sweat, her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, and her lipstick had already been smeared as she opened and closed her watery red lips.

Contrary to her expectations, Shen Jin did not deliberately make things difficult for her.

But Lin Zhiyao still had a hard time reading, and could only read one word at a time, her voice getting softer and softer and her breath getting faster and faster.

"To...to the Minister of Personnel..." Lin Zhiyao's throat tightened as she read this.

The pen holder suddenly shook.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly tensed her neck, tightened her chin, and managed to steady herself.

His body grew weaker and weaker, and his knees pressed deep indentations into the folds of Shen Jin's clothes.

Lin Zhiyao broke out in a sweat.

It soaked Shen Jin's clothes.

Shen Jin lowered his eyes and stared at her, a faint smile playing on his lips, his fingertips gently caressing her waist, his fox-like eyes deep.

Punishment is secondary.

Most importantly, Yao Yao's current state—her bones are limp, and her consciousness is wavering—is alarming.

It's truly incredibly moving.

All I want is to be loved and cherished.

Shen Jin's lips curled slightly as he gently stroked Lin Zhiyao's back with his fingers, seemingly encouraging her efforts and patiently waiting.

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