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

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment, then stood motionless in the entryway.

"Teacher Shen?"

No one answered.

She fumbled for the light switch, and just as her fingers touched the wall, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist.

Lin Zhiyao was so startled that she let out an "Ah!" and was pulled backward, her back hitting a warm chest.

"Teacher Shen?"

"Um."

A deep voice came from above, carrying a hint of lazy weariness, "Why are you so late?"

"I...I'm helping to tidy up..."

Lin Zhiyao was held tightly in his arms, too afraid to move. "Why didn't you turn on the light?"

"Saves electricity."

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

A person staying in a presidential suite told her to save electricity?

Shen Jin didn't speak again, but he didn't let go either.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, without moving.

Lin Zhiyao stood frozen in place, able to feel his breath, smell the faint scent of pine on his body, and feel the warmth of his chest through his clothes.

"Teacher Shen?"

She called out softly.

"Um."

"What... happened to you?"

There was a few seconds of silence.

"Nothing much."

Shen Jin finally released her and reached out to turn on the light.

The sudden light made Lin Zhiyao squint. When she adjusted, she saw that Shen Jin had already walked to the sofa and sat down. His hair was a little wet, and he looked like he had just taken a shower. He had changed into a dark gray loungewear.

Lin Zhiyao stood in the entryway, hesitating whether or not to change her shoes.

Shen Jin glanced at her and beckoned, "Come here."

She walked over hesitantly and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

Shen Jin didn't ask her to sit closer like he did yesterday, nor did he mention starting to practice. He just leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and looked very tired.

Lin Zhiyao secretly glanced at him a few times.

His eyelashes were long, casting a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes when he closed them. He had a high, straight nose, thin, slightly pursed lips, and a jawline as sharp as if it had been carved with a knife.

It's really beautiful.

But Lin Zhiyao felt that he was not in a good mood today. She couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, it was just a feeling.

"Teacher Shen, are you tired?"

She tentatively asked, "Should I go back first, and tomorrow..."

If we can just get through tonight, that would be great. That way, it'll only take another day or two at most until filming wraps up and then it'll automatically end.

"I filmed a very emotional scene today."

Shen Jin opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the ceiling, and said softly, "I'm a little exhausted."

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment.

"Then, Teacher Shen, you should get some rest."

Lin Zhiyao stood up. "I'll go first..."

"sit."

Shen Jin glanced at her, his gaze not intense, but Lin Zhiyao's legs involuntarily returned to their original position.

Shen Jin turned to face her, his dark, serene eyes revealing a different approach today.

Lin Zhiyao looked at him warily. "How?"

"I'm telling you, cooperate," Shen Jin said. "It doesn't have to be a real kiss, but you have to react."

Lin Zhiyao blinked. "React?"

"Hmm." Shen Jin raised his hand, tapping his lips with his fingertip. "For example, if I kissed you now, how would you respond?"

Lin Zhiyao blushed again.

"I...I don't know..."

"Then think about it."

Shen Jin's tone was unhurried, but it carried an undeniable forcefulness.

"When you kissed me last time, it was so perfunctory. If I were to actually kiss you, what would you do?"

Lin Zhiyao bit her lower lip, her mind blank.

She had no idea what to do when being kissed; she had never even been in a relationship, and she had only given away her first kiss yesterday.

"I don't......"

Just as she was about to say she didn't know, Shen Jin suddenly leaned forward, cupped her cheek with one hand, pressed his thumb on her cheekbone, and lifted her face with a slight pressure from his fingertip.

The two people were so close that they could see each other's reflections in their pupils.

"In a situation like this," Shen Jin said in a low voice, "what would you do?"

Lin Zhiyao's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat. She looked at the face so close to hers, at her own reflection in those fox-like eyes, and her lips parted slightly as if to say, "I don't know," but the sound that came out was just a muffled whisper.

Shen Jin's gaze lingered on her lips for a moment, then he tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing against hers, his lips lightly brushing against the corner of her mouth.

We didn't kiss. We just brushed past each other.

But it's even more deadly than kissing someone.

Lin Zhiyao froze, her fingers gripping the sofa cushion until her knuckles turned white.

"What you just did..."

Shen Jin's lips touched the corner of her lips, his voice muffled, "Your shoulders have shrunk back again."

After he finished speaking, he stepped back, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her.

Lin Zhiyao was panting heavily, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

"Teacher Shen, you...you're playing me."

Lin Zhiyao's accusation was soft and trembling, lacking any deterrent power, like a cotton candy shakily stretching out sugar threads.

Shen Jin's lips curved slightly. "Just practice."

"You are clearly..."

Lin Zhiyao stopped midway through her sentence because she saw a subtle smile in Shen Jin's eyes, and something beneath that smile that she couldn't understand.

"What is it?" Shen Jin asked.

Lin Zhiyao shut up.

Shen Jin looked at her for two seconds, then reached out and pulled her over.

This time, Lin Zhiyao didn't struggle, or rather, she didn't have time to struggle before he pulled her into his arms.

She lay pressed against his chest, her ear against his heart, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat, which wasn't fast at all.

Shen Jin placed his hand on the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair, stroking it gently.

Lin Zhiyao felt that Shen Jin was acting strangely.

They're getting a little too close.

Can hugging and touching someone's head be considered part of practicing kissing scenes?

Lin Zhiyao's heart raced slightly, instinctively sensing the danger. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Mr. Shen, the director said today that filming should wrap up in about two or three days, and also..."

Shen Jin paused, his hand that was touching her hair.

Where Lin Zhiyao couldn't see, Shen Jin's beautiful fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

Lin Zhiyao, completely oblivious, said, "And also, Teacher Shen, I think your kissing skills are already... already very impressive..."

As she spoke, a blush crept onto her fair face as she realized what she was saying, but she still finished her sentence.

"So, let's end this practice now."

After Lin Zhiyao finished speaking, she closed her eyes shyly, pressed her lips tightly together, and her heart was pounding.

Shen Jin did not answer immediately and remained silent.

After a while, just as Lin Zhiyao was wondering if Shen Jin was too tired to speak and had fallen asleep, Shen Jin finally spoke.

"What did you say?"

Wei Chao's breath was right next to Lin Zhiyao's ear, each word spoken slowly and deliberately, his calm tone filled with danger.

This made Lin Zhiyao shudder involuntarily.