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

Shen Jin's aura turned icy cold.

Like the ruthless emperor on set, he exudes a chilling aura that seeps into one's bones and sends shivers down one's spine.

Lin Zhiyao lay on his chest and the first thing she noticed was that the frequency of his chest rising and falling had changed.

Then, the muscles of the arms wrapped around her waist tightened inch by inch, like some kind of wild beast poised to pounce, issuing a warning.

"What did you say?"

The voice was still the same, deep and pleasant, but every word sounded like it had been pulled out of ice water.

Lin Zhiyao felt inexplicably scared and tried to sit up, supporting herself on his chest.

But Shen Jin's hand remained firmly around her waist, preventing her from getting up. When he sensed she wanted to leave, he tightened his grip even more, holding her tightly so she couldn't move at all.

Lin Zhiyao could only remain in the position of lying in his arms, her heart pounding so fast it was frantic.

"Ms. Shen, I want to say..."

Lin Zhiyao stammered for a moment, but still finished speaking, "Teacher Shen, your kissing skills are already very good, you don't need to practice anymore, why don't we... let's end it here..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt the hand around her waist tighten suddenly, as if it were going to snap her waist.

Lin Zhiyao winced in pain, let out a soft groan, and looked up at Shen Jin's face.

The light shone from the side, and half of Shen Jin's face was hidden in shadow, making it difficult to see his expression. However, his eyes were surprisingly bright, with something burning in his pupils. They were dark and made her feel a chill down her spine.

"What about the relationship after the practice ends?"

Shen Jin spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone unusually calm.

Lin Zhiyao nodded reluctantly.

The air was silent for a full five seconds.

Shen Jin looked down at her, his gaze deep, as if trying to determine whether she was joking.

Lin Zhiyao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her fingers unconsciously tightening around his collar. She whispered, "Teacher Shen, I... I didn't mean that. I just felt you're already very good at it, and you don't need to..."

Shen Jin almost burst out laughing.

It seems his methods were too mild.

That's why even the little girl dared to run away.

"You think I'm very good at it?"

Shen Jin interrupted her.

Lin Zhiyao blushed and nodded.

"So you feel that's enough, that you don't need it anymore, and that it can end here."

Shen Jin spoke in a flat tone, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know how to respond.

She was clearly stating the truth, but when he relayed it, it sounded as if she was criticizing him.

But before she could explain, Shen Jin suddenly released her grip.

"Can."

He said.

Lin Zhiyao froze, her almond-shaped eyes still filled with lingering fear.

The pressure on her waist disappeared, and the suffocating sense of oppression receded like the tide.

Shen Jin leaned back slightly against the sofa, even casually brushing a few damp stray hairs from his forehead.

He looked down at her, a polite smile curving his lips, as if the coldness he had felt a few seconds earlier was just her imagination.

Lin Zhiyao quickly sat up from his arms and moved half an inch to the side, her heart still pounding wildly.

Shen Jin leaned back on the sofa, glanced at her for a couple of seconds, and suddenly laughed, "What? You don't believe me?"

Lin Zhiyao shook her head repeatedly, "No, Teacher Shen, I..."

"It is possible."

Shen Jin interrupted her, his tone returning to its usual calm, as if he were discussing a contract that was about to expire, or some trivial matter.

"But Miss Lin, at the very least, you should finish today's practice, right? Finish what you start."

He called her "Miss Lin".

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, but Shen Jin's next words left her no time to think about it.

"My impression of Ms. Lin is that she is a very conscientious person at work."

Shen Jin said, his gaze fixed on her face, his tone indifferent, "Since you promised to help me practice, you won't give up halfway, right?"

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip.

That's a reasonable argument. She is indeed a person who finishes what she starts, and besides, Shen Jin didn't make things difficult for her and even agreed to end it.

If they refuse to cooperate even on the last occasion, that's really going too far.

"Okay then." Lin Zhiyao nodded. "Once we finish today, we'll be done."

Shen Jin glanced at her but didn't say anything.

"Let's begin," he said.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, turned around to face him, and mentally prepared herself.

But Shen Jin didn't speak to her first like before, nor did he give her time to adjust. He directly reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her face towards him.

The kiss landed.

Fierce.

Unlike any other time before.

If the previous kisses were tests, practice, and gentle guidance, then this one was pure taking.

Shen Jin's lips pressed heavily against hers, without gentle sucking or probing, he directly pried open her lips and teeth, his tongue plunging in with an almost brutal force, sweeping across her palate and entwining with her tongue.

Lin Zhiyao was kissed so hard she leaned back, her back hitting the sofa armrest. Before she could even cry out in pain, Shen Jin's hand was already there, protecting her head between the armrest and the sofa armrest.

But he showed no mercy in his words.

He took her lower lip in his mouth and sucked hard. Lin Zhiyao groaned in pain, but before she could catch her breath, he kissed her again.

This kiss was deep and intense. Shen Jin's tongue swirled in her mouth, carrying an irresistible possessiveness, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Lin Zhiyao was breathless from his kisses. She pushed against his chest with her hands, but couldn't budge him at all. Shen Jin's body pressed down on her like a wall, trapping her in the corner of the sofa.

Her breathing became erratic, and she made soft sobs in her throat. Her eyes quickly reddened, and her eyelashes became wet and stuck together.

Shen Jin kissed her lips, then moved to the corners of her mouth, and then to her jawline, leaving a warm, wet trail as he kissed her all the way down.

Lin Zhiyao tilted her head back, her neck forming a delicate curve, her fingers gripping his collar until her knuckles turned white.

She felt as if she had been caught in a storm, with all her senses occupied by Shen Jin.

His breath, his warmth, the touch of his lips—all of it rushed over her relentlessly, like drowning, leaving her nowhere to escape.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jin finally withdrew.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were unfocused and she was breathing heavily. Her chest heaved violently, her lips were swollen and glistening with moisture, and there was a little bit of unswallowed saliva at the corner of her mouth.

Physiological tears were hanging on her eyelashes.

Her clothes were disheveled during the struggle, and her neckline was askew, revealing a section of her collarbone.

Shen Jin looked down at her like this, his Adam's apple bobbed, then he withdrew his hand, stepped back, and leaned back on the sofa.

Lin Zhiyao came to her senses slightly. She bit her lower lip and tasted a bit of rust. She felt wronged and confused.

Finally... it's over, right?

But little did she know, this was only the beginning of the night.