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

Lin Zhiyao stood in the entryway, her fingers twisted together, unsure of what to say or where to stand.

Shen Jin took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and turned to look at her.

"sit."

Lin Zhiyao walked to the sofa and sat down, still sitting with her buttocks on the sofa and her back ramrod straight.

You can tell he's very nervous.

Shen Jin walked over and sat down opposite her.

"Is it possible to adjust to a time difference?"

Shen Jin asked, his tone as casual as if they were chatting about everyday things.

They arrived at 10 p.m., and it was almost 2 a.m., but Lin Zhiyao had slept the whole way, so she wasn't very sleepy.

"It's alright," Lin Zhiyao said.

"It's alright, but it's not good either." Shen Jin looked at her. "Go to bed early tonight."

Lin Zhiyao nodded.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Shen Jin suddenly stood up, walked around the coffee table, and sat down next to Lin Zhiyao before she could react.

The sofa cushion sank in, and Lin Zhiyao tilted slightly towards him.

Her breath hitched.

"Teacher Shen—"

"You promised."

Shen Jin turned to face her, one hand resting on the back of the sofa, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was unwavering. "Extend the practice time."

Lin Zhiyao bit her lower lip and nodded.

"Then let's start today."

Shen Jin said, "I've been on a plane for more than ten hours, so I'm not feeling well. I won't do too much today."

He reached out and used his fingertips to press against Lin Zhiyao's chin, lifting her face slightly.

"Let's check it first."

Lin Zhiyao was forced to look up and meet Shen Jin's downcast gaze.

Those fox-like eyes appeared exceptionally deep under the soft lighting of the living room, their pupils reflecting her image.

Shen Jin's gaze moved from Lin Zhiyao's eyes to her lips, lingering for two seconds.

"My lips are healed," he said.

Lin Zhiyao subconsciously licked her lips.

Shen Jin's gaze followed the movement of her tongue.

Then he lowered his head.

Unlike before, there was no preamble, no probing; he kissed her directly.

But the force was not strong, it could even be described as light.

Like the snow in Switzerland, it's light and fluffy, with little weight when it falls, but as it accumulates, it slowly turns into a mountain that can overwhelm a person.

Shen Jin held her lower lip in his mouth and gently sucked on it, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips.

Be patient and calm.

It looked like they were savoring something.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, her fingers gripping the sofa cushion, her knuckles turning white.

She didn't know what she was nervous about.

We've already kissed so many times.

But every time Shen Jin's face got close, Lin Zhiyao's heart would jump out of her chest with nervousness.

Shen Jin stepped back a little, his nose brushing against hers, his breath brushing against her lips.

"Relax," Shen Jin said softly, chuckling lightly, his voice low and husky with a hidden meaning. "You can't take it now? What are you going to do later?"

Lin Zhiyao's body stiffened slightly.

Shen Jin quickly kissed him again.

This time it was a little more forceful than before; the tip of my tongue probed in and gently swept across her mouth.

Lin Zhiyao let out a very soft hum.

Shen Jin paused for a moment, then deepened the kiss.

His hand moved down from the back of the sofa and rested on Lin Zhiyao's waist, his palm against her waistline and his thumb gently rubbing against her ribs.

Lin Zhiyao's waist went limp, and she leaned towards him.

Shen Jin took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and pulled Lin Zhiyao into his embrace.

Lin Zhiyao lay on his chest, her hands on his shoulders, her breathing completely erratic.

Shen Jin's lips left hers, and he kissed his way down her jawline. When he reached her earlobe, Lin Zhiyao trembled and gripped his sweater tightly.

"Teacher Shen..."

"Shhh."

Shen Jin's lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice so low it seemed to roll from his throat, emphasizing meaningfully, "This is Switzerland, nobody knows you."

Lin Zhiyao didn't know what those words meant.

But she didn't have time to think.

Because Shen Jin kissed him deeply again.

This time it was slower and more astringent than before.

He gently pulled Lin Zhiyao's lower lip outwards, making a soft, sticky sound as he released it. Then, he used the tip of his tongue to trace the shape of her lips, slowly moving to the corners of her mouth.

Lin Zhiyao felt weak all over from his kisses, her fingers running through his hair, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or stay with him.

Shen Jin's hand moved up a little from her waist, his fingertips touching the lower edge of her ribs, and stopped.

It didn't go any higher.

But that location was already very dangerous.

Lin Zhiyao's heart was pounding so hard she felt like it was going to explode. She didn't know what Shen Jin would do next, or whether she could refuse.

Shen Jin's hand stopped there, his fingertips slowly rubbing together, neither moving forward nor backward.

But the kiss deepened.

His tongue entwined with hers, hooking, releasing, and hooking again, stirring up ambiguous watery sounds.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went completely blank; all her thoughts were shattered by Shen Jin's kiss, broken into pieces, and drifted away.

All that remained was the touch on her lips, the warmth of her waist, and the heartbeat emanating from his chest.

My heart was still not beating fast.

Stable, powerful, one beat at a time.

Just like him, he always controls everything and never loses control.

When Shen Jin finally stepped back, Lin Zhiyao went limp in his arms, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wet and red, her lips moist and slightly swollen, and she was panting heavily.

Something hard and bony was pressing against her.

Lin Zhiyao realized something, and her face turned bright red.

Shen Jin looked down at Lin Zhiyao, pressed his thumb against her swollen lower lip, and gently rubbed it.

"Great progress," Shen Jin said, his voice low and hoarse. "Much better than the first time."

Lin Zhiyao couldn't speak, she could only gasp for breath.

"Then let's get down to business."

Lin Zhiyao suddenly opened her eyes wide. Is this the first time we're getting to the point?

What was that just now? A warm-up? It was already at its most intense level ever...

Shen Jin looked at her like this, his gaze darkened, and he suddenly lifted the hem of her clothes and kissed Lin Zhiyao's trembling waist.

"Let's practice some sex scenes this time."

She quickly understood why Shen Jin had emphasized that this was Switzerland and no one knew her.

Because she was screaming so loudly.

………………

………………

After a long while, Shen Jin finally let go, and kissed Lin Zhiyao's sweaty neck before releasing her from his arms.

Lin Zhiyao's waist was covered with his deep finger marks.

Her knees ached, and she groggily opened her eyes, glancing at the clock on the wall next to her. It was almost five in the morning.

We had clearly agreed that she should rest early.

Teacher Shen is lying, boohoo.