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

When did this person arrive?

Why didn't she hear a sound?

And this person... why are his clothes so white, and the material looks so good?

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes were filled with panic.

The villagers could never afford such fabric, and their clothes were always dirty. Even the wealthy lords in town didn't have such a grand appearance.

But the man before them was clean and tidy, pure and noble, untouched by the dust of the world, like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting, completely out of place in this muddy and impoverished village.

Lin Zhiyao instinctively took a step back, slipped, and almost fell into the stream.

Shen Jin subconsciously reached out his long arm and wrapped it around Lin Zhiyao's slender and soft waist.

Lin Zhiyao froze instantly. She had never been so close to any man before, let alone a man with such an ethereal appearance.

Shen Jin looked down at her.

The fox's eyes were deep and dark.

Unexpectedly, this mortal woman looks even more beautiful up close.

Her long, thick eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, and there was a tiny mole on the tip of her nose that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, with faint blue veins visible, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Shen Jin reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened suddenly, and her whole body trembled.

The man's fingers were cold, not like the temperature of a living person, which sent chills down Lin Zhiyao's spine.

His eyes were terrifyingly cold, yet beneath that coldness, something seemed to be burning secretly.

She couldn't understand it, and she only felt scared.

"What's your name?" the man asked.

"Lin, Lin Zhiyao."

Lin Zhiyao answered honestly, her voice soft and trembling, like a spider silk about to be broken in the wind, but her voice was naturally soft and sweet, which only aroused a stronger desire to invade.

Shen Jin read the name aloud, a slight smile curving his lips upwards.

"Lin Zhiyao."

Shen Jin hugged Lin Zhiyao even tighter, holding her tightly in his arms so she couldn't break free, and said to himself, "Come with me."

Lin Zhiyao's eyes widened.

She had absolutely no idea what that sentence meant.

Go with him? Go where?

She still has to do laundry today, and after that, she has to go back to feed the chickens. In the evening, she needs to prepare medicine for her younger sister.

But before Lin Zhiyao could utter a single word, Shen Jin had already grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

The force wasn't great, but Lin Zhiyao couldn't break free.

"Master Immortal..."

Lin Zhiyao finally managed to utter a few words, her voice trembling with tears, "I...I don't know you..."

"Have you found the wrong person?"

Shen Jin did not answer.

Spiritual energy surged from his palm, instantly enveloping Lin Zhiyao's entire body.

She felt a blur before her eyes, and the mud beneath her feet, the peach tree overhead, and the babbling brook all vanished.

The wind whistled in her ears as Shen Jin pulled Lin Zhiyao's head into his arms, making her feel as if she were flying through the air.

She was so frightened that she closed her eyes and gripped his collar tightly.

Shen Jin looked down at her hand clutching his clothes.

Her fingertips were red from scrubbing the clothes earlier; her knuckles were slender and fair, as if they would break if broken.

She curled up in his arms like a frightened rabbit, trembling, but unable to even scream. She just bit her lips until they turned white, being too obedient and too stupid.

Shen Jin withdrew his gaze, mounted his sword, and soared away through the air.

He thought, since she is the one who is tormented by love, then he should just take control of this tribulation himself, and that would be the end of it.

As for how to hold it...

Shen Jin looked down at the woman in his arms who was trembling and didn't dare to open her eyes.

A slight curve to the corners of her lips.

We've got them.

Of course, we can take our time to plan.

*

Shen Jin's immortal abode is located atop Cangwu Mountain, where clouds surge and cranes circle.

Lin Zhiyao had never seen a place like this before.

She was placed in a delicate and elegant courtyard where spring-like weather prevails all year round.

Outside the carved window, there were beautiful spiritual flowers that never faded, and the ground was covered with warm jade. Even the air was filled with a sweet spiritual energy. She, a mortal, felt completely refreshed after taking a breath, and her physical health and energy improved.

Maids came and went, bringing clothes woven from silk, jewelry made of pearls from the South China Sea, and lip rouge so vibrant it seemed otherworldly.

This is a lifestyle that even emperors could not enjoy.

But all she wanted was to go home.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip and looked down at the clothes that the maids had helped her change into after she came in.

The fabric was so light it seemed weightless, so soft it was like water, and the color was an extremely pale lotus root color. It was also embroidered with unknown flowers in silver thread, which shimmered in the sunlight. It was clearly priceless.

She had never even seen such a material in her entire life, no, she had never even heard of it, let alone worn it.

It's incredibly comfortable to wear, like being gently enveloped by clouds.

The more comfortable she felt, the more uneasy Lin Zhiyao became.

Everything around me was so good, so unreal.

She felt as if she had been dug out of the mud and shoved into a place that didn't belong to her. She had to be careful even when she was breathing, afraid of breaking something. She felt helpless and uneasy.

Lin Zhiyao was restless in the room, unsure whether she should sit down or where she should sit.

The maids brought tea and snacks and respectfully withdrew, without saying a word to her.

Lin Zhiyao wanted to ask something, but after opening her mouth, she didn't know where to begin.

After the immortal brought her back, he left.

They didn't say where they were going, when they would be back, or anything at all.

Lin Zhiyao could only wait.

She walked to the window and saw the sky outside gradually darken from bright to dark, the sea of ​​clouds change from white to gold, then to grayish-purple, and finally sink into the inky darkness of the night.

Lin Zhiyao looked at the sky, her anxiety growing.

younger sister.

Her sister is still at home.

My younger sister has bad legs and can't walk, so she's the one who takes care of her every day.

When she left home in the morning, she only told her sister that she was going to wash clothes by the stream and would be back in a little while.

But now? It's completely dark.

My little sister must be hungry.

My sister will definitely be scared.

She's home alone, out of reach of the stove and without access to water. What if she falls off the bed?

Lin Zhiyao dared not think any further. Her nose stung, and her eyes reddened.

She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back her tears, but they still fell uncontrollably, pattering onto the back of her hand and onto her ridiculously luxurious dress.

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly raised her sleeve to wipe her tears, but the more she wiped, the more tears she shed.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly turned around.

Shen Jin stood at the door, dressed in white and bathed in moonlight. He stood against the light, his face not being clearly visible, but his fox-like eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

He seemed to have just returned from doing something, his robes still carrying the chill of the mountain night breeze, and he was holding a jade gourd in his hand, the contents of which were unknown.

Shen Jin glanced at Lin Zhiyao, his gaze settling on the glistening tear tracks on her face.

"Did you cry?"

His voice was neither warm nor cold, revealing no emotion, but his tone was strangely odd.

Lin Zhiyao didn't care about anything else and almost rushed over to kneel in front of him.

"Lord Immortal Lord!"

Lin Zhiyao's voice was urgent and trembling, "Please let me go back!"

She looked up, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, her nose red, and her eyelashes wet and stuck together, looking as if she had been badly bullied.

Her slender, fair fingers gripped his hem, her fingertips trembling slightly, so tightly that her pink nail beds turned slightly white.

Shen Jin looked down at her, his expression ambiguous, and asked, "You want to go back?"

Lin Zhiyao nodded repeatedly.

"I have a younger sister at home. She has trouble walking and can't walk. She's waiting for me to come home alone. I haven't been home for a day. She must be hungry and scared. She's so young..."

As she spoke, her voice became broken and choked with sobs, and she gripped Shen Jinyi's hem even tighter.

But Lin Zhiyao did not hear Shen Jin's reply.

But then he strangely used his cold, white, jade-like knuckles to gently wipe away the hot tears that were rolling down her cheeks.

Then I held it to my lips and tasted it.