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

Lin Zhiyao stood up, put the canvas bag strap back on her shoulder, and her face was still flushed.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Shen Jin, and said in a muffled voice, "Then, Teacher Shen, I'll be going now."

She turned and walked towards the door, her steps still a little unsteady.

"Wait a moment."

Shen Jin's voice came from behind, unhurried and unhurried.

Lin Zhiyao stopped and turned to look at him.

Shen Jin leaned against the bar counter, still holding the glass of water in his hand, his posture as relaxed as if he were at home.

He gestured with his chin, indicating that she shouldn't leave yet.

"You didn't eat well on set today, did you?" Shen Jin said, his tone flat, with a hint of concern that was hard to detect. "Xiao Zhou told me that you squatted in the corner, ate a few bites of rice, and then put down your chopsticks."

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to notice which corner she had squatted in and how much food she had eaten.

"I had someone order some food."

Shen Jin put down his water glass, walked to the low cabinet next to the entryway, picked up his phone and glanced at it. "They should be here soon. Finish your meal before you leave."

Lin Zhiyao instinctively wanted to refuse, but then stopped herself from saying it.

She was indeed hungry. She had only eaten a few bites of the boxed lunch, and now her stomach was empty. The warmth of the room made her even hungrier.

But she still felt it wasn't quite right.

"No need, Teacher Shen, I'll just grab something to eat when I get back."

"I had a lot sent over."

Shen Jin interrupted her, his tone still indifferent, but his words were impossible to refuse: "I can't finish it all by myself, it's a waste. Can you help me finish some?"

This was a perfectly tactful statement, offering a way out while making it difficult for the other person to push further.

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say "no".

Seeing that she didn't insist anymore, Shen Jin smiled slightly, turned around and walked back to the living room, tidying up the things on the coffee table to make room.

"Sit down, don't stand."

Lin Zhiyao put the canvas bag down again and sat down on the sofa. This time she wasn't as stiff as before, but her back was still straight, and she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

I waited for about ten minutes before the doorbell rang.

Shen Jin opened the door, where a hotel waiter was standing, pushing a food cart with several insulated bags and food containers stacked on it.

Shen Jin took the food cart, said thank you, and closed the door.

He pushed the food cart next to the coffee table and started taking things out.

Lin Zhiyao had only glanced at it politely, intending to lend a hand, but when her eyes fell on the logo of the first food box, she froze.

Jingxi Club.

She recognized the logo.

It wasn't because she had eaten it before, but because she had seen it in the WeChat Moments of a wealthy woman who was a fan of celebrities.

The woman posted a picture of a meal delivered by Jingxi Hui, captioned "It's just so-so". Someone commented asking about the price, and the woman replied with a number. When Lin Zhiyao saw that number, she was stunned for more than ten seconds.

The money from that meal was enough for her mother to buy chemotherapy drugs once.

Lin Zhiyao unconsciously clenched the fabric of her pants at her knees.

Shen Jin didn't notice the change in her expression and opened the food boxes one by one. The first thing revealed was a whole king crab. The crab legs had already been removed, and a slit had been cut in the shell, revealing the snow-white crab meat bulging out from the crack, steaming hot.

Next to it was a plate of foie gras, pan-fried until slightly crispy, drizzled with a deep red sauce, and presented as exquisitely as a magazine photo.

Then came several white porcelain stew pots. When the lids were lifted, they revealed thick, golden millet porridge with a few tender green bok choy leaves on top. There was also a dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables and a dish of pickled vegetables on the side.

These things, when put together, can be described as both luxurious and ordinary.

But Lin Zhiyao knew that this one table alone was worth several months of her internship salary.

"What are you spacing out for?"

Shen Jin handed the chopsticks to her.

Lin Zhiyao snapped out of her daze, looked at the chopsticks offered to her, and didn't take them.

"Teacher Shen, this is too expensive." Her voice was soft but earnest. "I feel embarrassed to eat it."

Shen Jin glanced at her, his eyes showing no particular expression, and handed the chopsticks to her again.

"It's food, so it's all for today," Shen Jin said. "If you feel bad about it, just consider it payment for today's practice."

Lin Zhiyao was speechless after hearing his words.

What practice fee? It's as if she did some serious job.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but still took the chopsticks.

Shen Jin then sat down opposite her. He didn't pick up chopsticks, but instead took a bottle of sparkling water, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

Lin Zhiyao picked up a piece of crab meat with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

In that instant, she felt as if her taste buds had been exploded by something.

The crab meat was incredibly sweet and fresh, with a firm and chewy texture. It didn't need any seasoning at all, as it naturally had a sweet, refreshing taste from the sea.

She never knew crabs could taste this good.

This is so delicious!

Lin Zhiyao almost fainted from happiness.

It's not an exaggeration, it really was so delicious that my eyes welled up with tears.

Lin Zhiyao felt that all the food she had eaten in the previous twenty years could only be called "filling her stomach," and this was what eating should be called.

She ate in small bites, not very fast, but she didn't stop. After eating for a while, she belatedly realized that it was too quiet across from her.

Lin Zhiyao looked up and saw that Shen Jin only had a bottle of sugar-free sparkling water in front of him, and he hadn't touched any of the dishes. He was just leaning on the sofa watching her eat.

"Teacher Shen, aren't you going to eat?" Lin Zhiyao's mouth was still full of porridge, and her words were muffled.

"I'm not hungry," Shen Jin said.

Lin Zhiyao glanced at him, not quite believing him.

It's dinnertime, and he says he's not hungry. Either he's lying, or he's just used to not eating properly.

She recalled the rumors circulating in the industry that Shen Jin often only ate one meal a day during filming in order to maintain his on-screen appearance, and it was just boiled vegetable leaves.

She put down her chopsticks and pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her toward Shen Jin.

"Please eat some," Lin Zhiyao said. "I really can't finish all this by myself."

Shen Jin glanced down at the bowl of porridge, then looked up at her.

Lin Zhiyao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she looked away, picked up her chopsticks again, took a bite of vegetables, and pretended to be busy, but a shy blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

Shen Jin didn't say anything, but reached out and picked up the bowl of porridge, took a sip from the spoon she had just used.

Lin Zhiyao noticed out of the corner of her eye that he wasn't using a new spoon, and her face flushed again. She slowed down her eating and couldn't eat anymore.

She put down her chopsticks.

"Are you full?" Shen Jin asked.

Lin Zhiyao nodded, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she drooped, seemingly a little shy.

Shen Jin stood up, pushed the food cart aside, and instead of tidying up, he walked back and sat down next to Lin Zhiyao.

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, Shen Jin had already turned to the side.

"Let's practice one more time," Shen Jin said.

His tone was exactly the same as before—calm, natural, and quite matter-of-fact.

Before Lin Zhiyao could process what was happening, she opened her mouth, but before she could utter a single word, Shen Jin had already lowered his head.

This time is different from the last time.

If the previous kisses were a test and an adjustment period, this one was a real kiss.

Shen Jin's lips pressed down harder than before, not in a rough way, but with an undeniable sense of possessiveness.

He took her lower lip into his mouth and gently sucked on it. Lin Zhiyao shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, and her fingers gripped the armrest of the sofa tightly.

Shen Jin's breath brushed against her face, carrying the faint scent of lime from the sparkling water.

He tilted his head slightly, changing his angle, and traced the outline of her lips with the tip of his tongue. He didn't rush in, but just lingered on the edge, as if waiting for her to open up on her own.

Lin Zhiyao's brain had completely shut down.

She didn't know what she should do, or what she was doing; all her senses were focused on her lips, on the skin where Shen Jin was touching her.

Her eyelashes trembled violently; her eyes had been closed for a long time, but her eyelids were still quivering slightly.

Shen Jin's hand landed on her waist without her noticing. The pressure was very light, just a light touch, not a tight grip, but the heat penetrated through the fabric, making Lin Zhiyao's waist feel weak.

She made a very soft sound, like the whimper of a small animal when its tail is stepped on.