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

Lin Zhiyao remembered everything.

She never appeared in the desert.

Tears welled up instinctively.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, desperately trying to hold back her sobs, her body trembling violently.

Thinking of what Shen Jin had said.

What does this chess piece symbolize...?

Lin Zhiyao's tears fell incessantly.

Waaah, she really didn't know how she was going to get through the night.

……

Lin Zhiyao has already tried her best.

But they still couldn't leave a single piece behind, and at this point they didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore.

……

Shen Jin left the chessboard and walked over. He ran his fingertip across Lin Zhiyao's full, rosy lips, then, ignoring her whimpering struggles, forcefully slid his finger inside and pressed down on her soft tongue.

"Yao Yao".

Shen Jin's gaze fell, his eyes deep, sweeping over the small patch of damp ink on the chaise longue. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. "How pitiful. Despite trying so hard, he still couldn't keep a single one."

Lin Zhiyao let out a sob.

Shen Jin leaned down and kissed her deeply, his eyes tinged with a deep crimson, then gently kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes. "But, so beautiful, Yao Yao."

……

Lin Zhiyao was so overwhelmed that tears streamed down her face.

………………

Shen Jin's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his forehead pressed against her neck, and he deliberately panted, his hot breath spraying onto her neck skin, making her tremble.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, trying to suppress those shameful sounds, but she couldn't help it at all.

"Ah... Immortal Lord... please don't..."

Her voice was broken and trembling, pleading for mercy with a sob in it.

But Shen Jin did not do as instructed.

He seemed encouraged, and kissed the back of her neck again.

His burning lips pecked at her fair swan neck, then moved down her neck, lingering on her shoulder blades, spine, and waist.

Lin Zhiyao was so weak from the kiss that she couldn't even support herself. She could only cling to Shen Jin's neck helplessly, biting her bright red lips, her eyes red and wet, and shaking her head repeatedly.

Shen Jin continued to coax him without stopping.

Later, Lin Zhiyao was too exhausted.

She could only lie on the chaise longue, at Shen Jin's mercy.

But Shen Jin was still not satisfied.

"Sweetie, stick your tongue out."

Seeing that she didn't move, Shen Jinmo's eyes darkened slightly, and he punished her by slapping her arm.

Lin Zhiyao was so ashamed that she sobbed, and the tears welling up in her eyes instantly turned into streams of water.

But this seemed to excite the immortal even more, and he was hit lightly on the arm again.

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to stick out her pink tongue as instructed.

Shen Jin extended his slender, jade-like fingers.

………………

Lin Zhiyao couldn't remember exactly how that night went by; she only remembered feeling as if she had been disassembled and reassembled, her whole body aching and weak.

The next day, she had to break her promise and couldn't see her sister.

Because she couldn't get up at all, couldn't move, and even lifting a finger was difficult for her.

………………

When Lin Zhiyao sees her sister again.

It was already three days later.

"Sister! Immortal Master is so amazing! Look, I can stand up now!"

When Lin Zhiwan saw her sister arrive, she immediately shared the good news with her excitedly, "The fairy sisters are so kind to me! They often help me with walking exercises, and now I can even take a step or two without anyone's help!"

Looking at her sister's smiling face, Lin Zhiyao felt a little dazed, and her thoughts were complicated.

There was gratitude and emotion, but also a touch of bittersweetness.

The emotion was naturally due to her sister's gradual recovery, and the gratitude was naturally directed at Shen Jin.

That bittersweet feeling... stemmed from the fact that she had been too busy these past few days to find her younger sister, so she missed the joy of her sister standing up for the first time, and also missed the support and encouragement that her family could have given her when her sister tried to walk for the first time.

Lin Zhiyao felt both regret and bitterness.

She could only pat her younger sister's head and say, "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you to see how much you've progressed."

Lin Zhiwan keenly sensed her sister's slightly downcast mood and immediately turned around to give her a big hug. "Sister, don't say that. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had this opportunity."

"And! I knew my sister would want to see me stand up for the first time and take my first steps, so I asked the fairy sister to record it with a water mirror!"

Lin Zhiwan smiled brightly, took out a water mirror from the side, and manipulated it a few times to bring up an image. "The fairy sister later gave me this water mirror! Now I know how to use it! Sister, look!"

Lin Zhiyao was taken aback.

I never expected my sister to adapt to these magical artifacts so quickly. It seems she is more adaptable and stronger than I thought.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes were gentle.

She and her sister had a great time together all afternoon.

……

Another half month has passed.

Lin Zhiyao gradually got used to life in Cangwu Mountain.

Shen Jin seems to have been busy these past few days, going out frequently, so she has had more time to spend with her younger sister and accompany her in leg training.

Lin Zhiyao's smile became more frequent and genuine.

until one day.

It was said that an elder from the Shen Jin clan had come looking for Lin Zhiyao, but the maids looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy, giving her many instructions and warnings, which made Lin Zhiyao very uneasy.

Lin Zhiyao was hidden in the waist pouch of the head maid, and it was unknown how much time had passed before she was released.

"Girl, it's alright now. Go back and get some rest."

The head maid didn't say much to her.

But seeing what they had done today, Lin Zhiyao knew that things were definitely not peaceful, and she felt even more uneasy and panicked.

I don't know if it's because I was frightened during the day.

That night.

Lin Zhiyao had a dream.

She dreamt that all her worries came true.

She stood at the foot of Cangwu Mountain.

The mountain gate, shrouded in mist, closed behind us with a dull thud.

She held her younger sister's hand and stood on the muddy mountain path. She was wearing the same blue cloth dress she had come in, now faded from washing, with patches on the cuffs. The road down the mountain was winding and seemed to have no end.

The younger sister's leg wasn't fully healed yet; her thin body leaned against her, and she whispered, "Sister, where are we going?"

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

She didn't know where to go.

Shen Jin didn't want her anymore, without any reason, without a word of explanation, and without even showing up in person. He simply sent a maid to deliver a message.

"The Immortal Lord says you may leave."

And so, the past came to an end, like a dream or a bubble.

Mortals are ultimately just mortals. Even with elixirs to strengthen their bodies after leaving Shen Jin, they are only slightly stronger than ordinary women, and they can't even beat the slightly stronger men working in the fields.

Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to take her younger sister back to the mountain village.

But when she stood at the village entrance, she froze.

The village is empty.

The houses have collapsed and are deserted, and the weeds in the fields are taller than a person.

The stream where she used to wash clothes has dried up, and the peach trees by the stream have withered and stand there crookedly.

There is no going back.

"Sister, what should we do?"

My sister's voice came from behind me, small, soft, and trembling with tears.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head and saw her younger sister sitting in a wheelchair, her small body curled up in a ball, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Zhiyao wanted to say it was okay, that her sister would find a way, but her lips were trembling and she couldn't utter a single word.

Moreover, they face an even more terrifying and real problem.

She is nineteen years old this year, and her younger sister is thirteen.

Two vulnerable women, with no land, no house, no relatives, and no income, how are they supposed to survive in this world?

Lin Zhiyao suddenly woke up from her dream.

The first thing you see is a carved bed canopy, silk curtains, warm jade, and a faint fragrance of spiritual flowers in the air.

She was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and the back of her clothes was soaked through, sticking to her skin, feeling sticky and icy.

Dream.

It was a dream.

Lin Zhiyao reached out and touched her face; her hands were covered in tears.

She sat up and looked around. The hall was empty; Shen Jin was not there.

For the past three days, Shen Jin has been away from Cangwu Mountain. She doesn't know what he's been busy with outside. She doesn't even know when he left. All she knows is that when she woke up, the spot next to her was cold, and the bedding was neatly arranged, as if no one had slept there.

The maids said he had gone out on business and his return date was uncertain.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with images from her dream.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

Will not.

Dreams are the opposite of reality.

She tried to comfort herself with this thought, but the unease in her heart grew wildly like weeds, impossible to suppress.

The scenes in my dream were so real.

That despair, that helplessness, that fear of having nowhere to go in a world of your own, was like a thorn stuck in your heart, impossible to pull out.

She knew it was a dream.

But what if?

What if Shen Jin really gets tired of them one day and kicks them off the mountain? What will happen to her and her sister then?

She has no spiritual roots at all and cannot cultivate immortality.

My sister doesn't have one either.

The pills Shen Jin gave them could only strengthen their bodies; they couldn't change the fact that they were mortals.

On this Cangwu Mountain, they ate delicacies from land and sea, wore fine silks and satins, and lived in magnificent palaces.

But all of this was given to me by Shen Jin.

He can take it back at any time.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, her nails digging into her palms.

She can't go on like this anymore.

She has to think of a way.

At least, she should know the way down the mountain and how to get back. If she were ever really driven away, she couldn't be like in her dream, unable to even find her way.

Lin Zhiyao raised her head and glanced out through the carved window.

As dawn broke and the morning mist still lingered, the sea of ​​clouds surged and cranes circled overhead.

Shen Jin has not been on the mountain recently.

Perhaps she should take this opportunity to do something.

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath, lifted the covers, and quietly got out of bed.