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

Why does she smell so good and smell so sweet?

Like a mouthful of begonia petals and rose dew.

Her little mouth alone was enough to make him lose his mind.

"Mmm..."

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were filled with tears, and her little mouth was a mess.

Between their lips and teeth, they made ambiguous, wet sounds, so sensual that it made one blush.

Lin Zhiyao's pretty face flushed red, and her eyes quickly became wet, turning a rouge color. This, combined with the light pink on her cheeks, made her look like a crabapple in full bloom, still glistening with trembling dew, extremely beautiful.

Her eyelashes were also covered with a mist, whether from the pool or from tears, it was hard to tell. As her trembling eyelashes swayed gently, they were like shimmering gold that crashed into Shen Jin's eyes, making his mouth dry and his heart pound wildly.

Soft, delicate moans escaped from between their intertwined lips, as soft as melted sugar water.

Shen Jin became more and more intoxicated by the kiss, the deeper and more intense it became, the fiercer and more ferocious it was, like a dangerous lion seizing a little white rabbit by the scruff of its neck, wishing he could swallow her whole. The two of them were pressed tightly together, without the slightest gap.

Lin Zhiyao was so dizzy from the kisses that she felt as soft as water. If Shen Jin hadn't been holding her waist, she would have already slipped into the pool.

Shen Jin kissed her for a long time before finally releasing her lips.

Lin Zhiyao was panting heavily, her almond-shaped eyes were hazy and the corners of her eyes were wet and red. Her lips were red and swollen from being kissed, glistening with moisture, and slightly parted, with the tip of her tongue peeking out.

Shen Jin stared at her like this, the dark fire in his fox-like eyes burning even brighter.

He suddenly stood up, turned Lin Zhiyao around, and pressed her down on the warm jade steps by the pool, making her lie face down on them.

Lin Zhiyao bumped her lower abdomen on the edge of the warm jade steps.

It doesn't hurt.

The warm jade was smooth and warm, carrying the heat of the spiritual spring. It clung to her soft abdomen through the thin gauze, giving her an indescribable feeling of warmth and comfort.

But Lin Zhiyao was extremely flustered.

"S-Sir, Immortal Lord..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled as she turned to look at him, her almond-shaped eyes filled with panic. "Please, don't, stop..."

Shen Jin was behind her, his handsome face close to hers, their breaths mingling.

"Begging me not to stop? You have quite the appetite."

Water droplets dripped from his body, hitting her fair back and trickling down her spine.

The meaning was clearly the complete opposite, yet it was deliberately misinterpreted like this. Lin Zhiyao was almost in tears. She was really afraid that she would faint again like last night, and she didn't know when she would be able to see her sister again.

"My Lord, no, that's not what I meant..."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes trembled with tears, she was so bullied that she was about to burst into tears.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes were deep, filled with suppressed desire. Seeing her pitiful state, his heart softened, and he finally offered a word of comfort.

"Don't be afraid, it won't be too much."

His voice was hoarse and low.

Isn't that going too far?

Before Lin Zhiyao could understand the meaning of those words, she felt the light veil covering her body being torn off.

The light purple gauze was peeled off her body, revealing her smooth, fair back, and a small puddle of water nestled in her slender waist.

The light gauze floats on the water's surface, like a scattered begonia flower.

Boundless beauty.

Lin Zhiyao froze, instinctively trying to dodge, but Shen Jin's large hand had already gripped her waist, his thigh muscles pressing against her hip bone, preventing her from moving.

Then, something familiar...

Lin Zhiyao's pupils contracted slightly.

Temperature, veins, outline.

It was incredibly hot and powerful.

She dared not think any further.

"S-Sir, Immortal Lord..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice was broken and incoherent, her fingers gripping the edge of the warm jade steps so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Shen Jin wrapped one arm around her waist and supported himself with the other hand beside her. He leaned down, his breath close to her ear, his voice hoarse, "Squeeze in."

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, he moved.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It's been revised for a year and still hasn't passed. Let's try splitting it into two chapters.