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

Lin Zhiyao collapsed weakly in Shen Jin's arms, her whole body soaked in sweat as if she had been washed.

It wasn't until my back sank into the soft brocade quilt that I came to my senses.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao looked up, her head still spinning, and all she could see were Shen Jin's incredibly intense fox-like eyes.

The thick, burning vortex inside almost drowned and melted her.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin placed his hand on Lin Zhiyao's cheek, lowered his head, and kissed her full, rosy lips.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao lay back in the brocade quilt, her fair neck taut in a long, slender arc, her fingers gripping Shen Jin's black robe until her knuckles turned white.

Shen Jin's kiss wasn't rushed, but it was deep. He sucked on her lower lip again and again, as if he were savoring some sweet syrup that he couldn't bear to swallow.

Lin Zhiyao was kissed so hard that she stuck out her tongue, her lipstick was smeared even more, and her hair was already messy, giving her a slightly disheveled and broken beauty.

She breathed softly, her almond-shaped eyes moist and misty as she looked at Shen Jin with a hazy gaze.

Shen Jin's dense kisses traveled from the corner of Lin Zhiyao's lips to her chin, then down the graceful curve of her neck, brushing past her collarbone, and stopping at the edge of the thin ribbon of her dress.

He tilted his head and bit the strap, then gently tugged with his teeth. The thin strap came loose, the red gauze collapsed, revealing half of his rounded shoulder.

Lin Zhiyao hadn't even caught her breath from that kiss yet. Her lips were still hot and swollen from Shen Jin's kiss, and her tongue was still numb when she suddenly felt a chill on her shoulder.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly, and she trembled as she shrank her shoulders, trying to dodge, but Shen Jin's hand gripped her waist, pressing her down into the brocade quilt.

"Don't move." Shen Jin's voice was hoarse, his hot breath hitting her shoulder.

He loosened the thin strap, placed his palm on her smooth shoulder, and slowly caressed it downwards.

"Lord Shen..." Lin Zhiyao brought her legs together, her calves rubbing against the blanket, her jade-like toes curling up.

Shen Jin's hand stopped at her waist, his fingertips hooked the edge of her skirt, and he gently lifted it up.

The thin, misty silk dress was pushed up and wrinkled, bunching up at the waist, revealing the skin underneath, which rose and fell slightly with her breath, gleaming with a thin layer of sheen in the candlelight.

It was tender, white and smooth like a newborn baby, with a healthy pinkish glow and an alluring color.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were deep, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

Lin Zhiyao let out a soft hum from between her lips, as if she had been burned.

She raised her hand to push Shen Jin's chest, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the pillow.

Shen Jin looked down at her, his fox-like eyes were dark, and the smile on his lips did not fade, but instead deepened.

Suddenly, he straightened up, grabbed the thin blanket next to him, and covered Lin Zhiyao from head to toe, making sure she was completely covered.

"Ugh—!"

Lin Zhiyao's vision went black. She quickly reached out and struggled to poke her head out from under the covers. Shen Jin had already called out towards the door, "Someone, bring in the mother-of-pearl inlaid bronze mirror from the west wing."

I heard someone is coming in.

Lin Zhiyao's struggling arms stiffened for a moment, then she silently pulled them back under the covers, burying her face in Shen Jin's arms, only revealing the tips of her bright red ears.

The footsteps outside were quick and light. Two eunuchs carried in a mirror that was about half a person's height. The frame was made of black lacquered sandalwood with mother-of-pearl inlay on the edges. When the candlelight shone on it, it shimmered with iridescent light.

They placed the mirror three steps away from the bed, directly facing it, and didn't dare to look up at it for more than a second. After finishing the arrangement, they bowed and withdrew.

Lin Zhiyao peeked half her face out from under the covers, her gaze falling on the mirror, and her drowsy vision suddenly cleared a little.

The mirror's surface was smooth, reflecting the gauze curtains hanging from the bed, the outline of the quilt billowing, and her charming appearance, half-buried in the pillow, her face flushed.

Lin Zhiyao froze, gripping the edge of the blanket and shrinking further into the bed. She turned and grabbed Shen Jin's collar, "No... Lord Shen, please take that mirror out..."

Her voice trembled and was thin, her eyes were red and wet at the corners, and her thick eyelashes were covered with tiny drops of water, making her look incredibly charming.

Shen Jin did not answer.

He lifted the corner of the blanket with one hand and put his other arm around Lin Zhiyao's waist, pulling her from the inside of the bed to the outside, so that she lay on her side in front of him.

"Hmm...Eh?"

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, she felt a sudden dizziness, and then Shen Jin's arm tightened around her waist.

Shen Jin raised his other hand and pinched her cheek. His fingertips were slightly cool, and the pressure was not strong, but it was just enough to turn her face so that she was facing the mirror.

"What are you afraid of?"

Shen Jin whispered close to Lin Zhiyao's ear, his voice low, lazy, and slightly hoarse, "Yaoyao, you're very beautiful like this. You should learn to appreciate yourself, shouldn't you?"

Lin Zhiyao was forced to look at herself in the mirror. The silk gauze was half off, piled up at her waist, revealing large areas of skin on her shoulders, neck, and chest, still bearing faint red marks left from last night.

Lin Zhiyao's cheeks were burning hot, her lips were slightly swollen from being kissed, and her bright red lipstick had smudged and stuck to the edge of her lower lip, looking like crushed flower petals.

"Well……"

This scene is far too decadent.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head to avoid his gaze, but Shen Jin's palm slid down her chin to behind her ear and held the back of her head.

With a slight force, preventing Lin Zhiyao from turning away, he lowered his head and kissed her from behind.

This kiss was more forceful than the one before.

Shen Jin parted her teeth with his tongue, hooked her soft tongue and sucked it deeply, chasing after it. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly withdrew.

Lin Zhiyao was breathless from his kisses, and the back of her head was held tightly in his palm.

She leaned against Shen Jin's shoulder, only able to raise her neck to bear it, soft, delicate sobs escaping her throat.

Lin Zhiyao's gaze flickered with the candlelight. Out of the corner of her eye, the mirror reflected the slender lines of her neck as she tilted it back, slightly tense, as well as Shen Jin's dark sleeves and the outline of his arm around her waist.

Shen Jin's sleeves were extremely wide, almost enough to envelop her entirely.

It seemed as if they wanted to keep her hidden away.

……

Shen Jin, holding her from behind, made Lin Zhiyao turn around and kiss him, their breaths mingling.

The two kissed passionately and intimately.

……

Shen Jin stopped kissing her suddenly, but his lips lingered on her lips as if reluctant to part, and he took a breath.

He turned his head, his fox-like eyes half-closed, his gaze passing over Lin Zhiyao's fair and delicate shoulders and landing on the mirror.

In the mirror, Lin Zhiyao lay on her side in front of him, her thin silk robe bunched around her waist and hips, her knees slightly bent, her lower abdomen rising and falling with her breath, and her skin glowing with a beautiful thin pink.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were moist, her almond-shaped eyes were wet, and the red at the corners of her eyes extended all the way to her temples. Her thick eyelashes drooped, trembling like butterfly wings covered in dew.

Shen Jin stared at himself in the mirror for a while, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the smile on his lips slowly deepening.

He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Lin Zhiyao's earlobe, his breath hot. "Look, Yaoyao, I didn't lie to you, did I? You look absolutely gorgeous right now."

Lin Zhiyao's eyelids trembled, and her gaze involuntarily drifted to the mirror. She glanced at it for a moment, then abruptly closed her eyes again.

But after closing my eyes, the image became even clearer.

Her own voluptuous appearance—with her hair loose, lips red, and half-naked—was fully revealed in the bronze mirror.

It should have been a mess, but it was breathtakingly beautiful.