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

The video continued playing. When Shen Jin put her down, her legs went weak, and she had to hold onto his arm to steady herself. Then the camera followed them, still focusing on their faces, which seemed to be moved by love.

W-w, it's not over yet...

Have they really been kissing for that long?

Lin Zhiyao's face was burning red, from her cheeks all the way to the roots of her neck, and her eyelashes trembled.

She instinctively pressed her legs together, her body trembling slightly. A strange heat rose from her waist and abdomen, making her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Unfortunately, Shen Jin was sitting right next to her, very close to her.

His arm was draped over the back of the sofa, and from a certain angle, it looked as if he was half-embracing her.

Lin Zhiyao could smell the scent of mint and pine on him, feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and even feel the warmth of his gaze on her face when he occasionally turned his head to look at her.

"here."

Shen Jin suddenly spoke, his voice low, and tapped the screen with his finger, "You're subconsciously dodging again, Miss Lin."

Lin Zhiyao followed his finger and looked down, her gaze burning as if she had been burned, her eyelashes trembling violently.

The image freezes on the moment she is breathless from the kiss, instinctively trying to dodge but being held captive.

Her face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed over.

His shoulders did indeed hunch back slightly, and his back pressed against the wall, like a startled rabbit.

"If you want to look good on camera..."

Shen Jin turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "From this angle, she'll appear very resistant and not fully engaged."

His fingers were still on the screen, his fingertips brushing against her slightly parted lips in the image, pressing down and gently caressing them.

Lin Zhiyao's gaze hardened.

"It should be like this."

Shen Jin's voice grew softer and softer, his breath close to her ear, still carrying the lingering heat of passion, like some kind of enchantment.

"Relax, be agreeable, let the audience see that you're enjoying yourself..."

Lin Zhiyao felt as if Shen Jin was really pressing down on her lips, causing them to go slightly numb, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

She dared not look at the screen, dared not listen to those sounds, and dared not look into Shen Jin's eyes.

I felt like I was being roasted over a fire, every inch of my skin was burning, and every nerve was trembling.

"Enough, that's enough..."

Lin Zhiyao stood up abruptly, her voice trembling, "Teacher Shen, please...please delete it..."

Shen Jin looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed face for two seconds, before calmly getting up and walking toward the camera.

"it is good."

In front of her, Shen Jin pressed the delete key, formatting the memory card. The image on the screen flashed by and then went dark.

"Deleted."

Shen Jin said, putting the camera aside and turning to look at her.

Lin Zhiyao stood there, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her heart pounding abnormally fast.

She wanted to say thank you, to say goodbye, to escape the room immediately, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Miss Lin."

Shen Jin suddenly spoke, his voice coming from behind him, unhurried and slow.

She froze, not turning around.

"See you tomorrow."

Shen Jin spoke calmly, as if they had not disagreed on this matter at all.

Lin Zhiyao gripped the strap of her canvas bag tightly and strode towards the door.

Her steps were still a little unsteady, her lips were burning, and her heart was pounding wildly in her chest.

The moment the door closed behind her, she leaned against the corridor wall and slowly slid down to sit.

The corridor lights were so bright that they made her eyes sting.

Lin Zhiyao raised her hand and touched her lips with her fingertips. They were still hot and swollen, with a stinging pain from being repeatedly ravaged.

She remembered her own appearance in the image, the voices, and Shen Jin's calm tone when he said "See you tomorrow." She never knew she could show such an expression.

Isn't it already over?

Why... do we have to meet again tomorrow?

Do you feel the training isn't effective enough?

But it seems that it is indeed true...

According to Shen Jin's description, there are indeed many areas in the visuals that can be further improved.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in her knees and dug her fingers deep into her hair.

She dared not think too deeply, dared not speculate on Shen Jin's intentions, and could only tell herself again and again: Just two more days, and it will be over. Once it's over, I will never see him again.

After it's over, all she needs to do is work hard to earn money, take care of her mother through chemotherapy, and continue their peaceful but happy life together. Everything will return to normal.

*

Inside the suite.

Shen Jin took out his phone, first opened the photo album and glanced at it. The video played automatically, and familiar sounds came from it.

Ambiguous and tender.

The video I just deleted has already been wirelessly transferred to my phone.

Shen Jin stared at Lin Zhiyao's flushed face for a few seconds.

He first put five layers of encryption on the video to ensure that no one but him would see the little girl looking so cute.