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

Do I have to kiss you again?

A clear look of panic flashed in Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes.

Everything from last night is still vivid in my mind. My heart and skin felt a sharp pain, and a layer of pinkish tingle quickly appeared.

She didn't notice any of this, but subconsciously looked at Shen Jin and found him staring at her with deep and ambiguous eyes. She quickly looked away as if she had been burned.

It's so embarrassing to be stared at like this.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips involuntarily tightened the veil in front of her, as if she was about to cry. "Immortal Lord, how could you do this?"

Shen Jin stretched his long arms out on the wall of the warm jade pool, water droplets trickling down his collarbone. In the misty haze, his fox-like eyes looked at her with a half-smile.

"I didn't say you couldn't." His gaze was deep. "Why does it sound like I'm bullying you? Hmm? Yao Yao."

How could this person be like this...?

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a thin layer of water, looking at him pitifully.

She wanted to say something more to politely decline, but the words were swallowed back by Shen Jin's indifferent gaze.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Shen Jin looked at her like this, but he wasn't in a hurry and remained nonchalant.

"You're right here, and your sister is on Cangwu Mountain. We're just one step away from success. Do you want to give up now?"

Lin Zhiyao pitifully raised her head.

give up?

Of course, she didn't want to give up.

But... but she could take the initiative to kiss the Immortal Lord...

Lin Zhiyao looked down at her own light purple gauze dress, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and clung to her body, offering no cover whatsoever. The water rippled around her, and even she dared not look closely.

Those images from last night kept flooding into my mind uncontrollably.

She bit her still slightly swollen lips, her face flushed red, her fingers unconsciously clenching her collar until her knuckles turned white.

But she had no other choice.

She knew this better than anyone else.

On this Cangwu Mountain, Shen Jin is in charge.

If you want to see your sister, you have to do as I say.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, bit her lip, and stood up from the water.

"Splash—"

Instantly, the already thin gauze clung tightly to her body under the weight of the pool water, outlining her slender waist and soft curves even more clearly than when she was underwater. Startled, Lin Zhiyao hurriedly tightened her collar, her fingertips trembling.

She bit her cherry blossom-like lips tightly, her ears turning bright red.

Not daring to look at Shen Jin's reaction, Lin Zhiyao stared at the water, her hands tightly gripping the front of her dress, afraid that the light gauze would come undone.

She moved gracefully, step by step, toward Shen Jin.

Even though it was only a few steps, she walked extremely slowly.

The pool water wasn't deep, only up to her knees. The bottom of the pool, paved with warm jade, was smooth and comfortable to walk on, but Lin Zhiyao's legs were weak, and every step felt like walking on cotton.

Her heart was beating faster and faster.

Shen Jin didn't urge her, but just leaned against the pool wall and quietly watched her walk over.

The ink in those fox-like eyes deepened, like a bottomless pool of water.

Lin Zhiyao stopped; it took her a long time to walk just a few steps.

She panicked even more when she got closer.

Shen Jin was not wearing any clothes, and his well-defined muscles were clearly visible in the mist. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and water droplets were still hanging on his collarbone, running down his pale skin.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know where to look.

Look at his face? It's too close; those eyes are making her uneasy.

Looking at the water's surface? The water is shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see anything clearly beneath the surface, but that's precisely what makes it so intriguing and thought-provoking.

She could only lower her eyelashes and stare intently at the fingers tightly clenched in front of her clothes. Her eyelashes trembled incessantly, and she stood frozen in place, feeling both shy and timid, like a begonia flower that had been soaked by the rain and was about to fall, innocent and pitiful.

Shen Jin gazed intently at her, waited a few breaths, and then said in a low, husky voice, "Come here."

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for a long time before shakily approaching, getting so close that she was almost touching Shen Jin's knees, and then she didn't know what to do.

She has never kissed anyone in her entire life.

Although Shen Jin kissed her for so long last night, it was her being kissed, not her kissing someone else.

"Do I have to teach you?"

Shen Jin's voice carried a hint of impatience, and also seemed to contain a suppressed anger.

Lin Zhiyao's delicate body trembled, and she could only rely on instinct to press her pink lips against Shen Jin's lips.

It was very light, very fast, a fleeting touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.

But Shen Jin didn't move or say anything; he just stared at her.

Lin Zhiyao felt even more panicked.

Is that not enough?

She leaned in again and kissed his chin this time. After the kiss, she secretly glanced at Shen Jin and found him staring at her with a dark, brooding gaze, his eyes like a spiderweb.

Lin Zhiyao panicked even more, and rubbed her lips against his lips haphazardly, clumsily and without any technique, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and then trying to pull back after kissing him.

But she forgot to cover her front with her hands.

With each bow and tilt, her fingers loosened, and the light gauze slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin, still bearing the red marks of the previous night.

Shen Jin's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

He had been enduring it ever since she woke up—no, it should be before she woke up.

As she walked over, half-concealed and half-hidden, water droplets trickled down the thin fabric, outlining her exquisite figure beneath the soaked gauze—seemingly visible yet also perfectly revealed, more alluring than if she were wearing nothing at all.

As you get closer, the shimmering pool water reflects off her fair, snow-white skin, giving it a pearly sheen.

Like a begonia floating in the water, it is delicate and pitiful, making you want to squeeze it and crush it.

Moreover, when she leaned in to kiss him with her sweet and fragrant little mouth, the sensation was so incredibly soft that it made his mouth water.

Although the kisses were a mess, the awkwardness and clumsiness only made him want to hold her tightly in his arms and devour her.

Shen Jin couldn't take it anymore.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Zhiyao by the back of her neck, his fingers threading through her wet hair, pulling her forward.

"ah--"

Caught off guard, Lin Zhiyao's chest collided with his hard chest, pressing tightly against him.

The soaked gauze clung between the two of them, offering no respite.

She could feel the burning heat from his body, and she could also feel something on her lower abdomen...

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed instantly, and she reached out to push him away.

But with her meager strength, how could she possibly push it?

"Immortal, Immortal Lord—"

Before the sound could even escape his lips, Shen Jin silenced it with a kiss.

At this moment, I was aroused to the extreme, and my body was aching.

He lowered his head and kissed her rosy, alluring lips fiercely.

Fierce, tyrannical, and driven by intense desire.

He held her lips in his mouth and gently bit them, his tongue forcefully prying open her lips and teeth, penetrating deep inside, entwining with her tongue, sucking, entwining, and plundering.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank, her breath was completely taken away, and she could only let out soft moans, "Ugh... ugh..."

She was terrified by the kiss and tried to back away, but Shen Jin's large hand held the back of her head firmly, making it impossible for her to escape.

Shen Jin kissed her too deeply and intensely, his tongue sweeping across her palate, curling around the base of her tongue, and still not satisfied, he entwined her soft tongue, pulling it into his own mouth.