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

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled in panic.

She was about to refuse, but Shen Jin didn't give her a chance at all.

He bent down, dipped his arm into the water, put one hand under Lin Zhiyao's knees and the other around her back, and lifted her out of the bathtub.

Hot water trickled down her fair skin, forming a small puddle at her feet.

Lin Zhiyao gasped in surprise and instinctively struggled to push his shoulder, but her fingertips touched a cold, hard muscle, as if pressing on a stone, and it didn't budge.

"Don't move."

Shen Jin's voice was deep, and he tightened his arms, holding her firmly in his embrace. "What if you fall?"

Lin Zhiyao dared not struggle any longer, and could only bury her face in his neck, her exposed ear tips red as if dripping blood.

Shen Jin carried her to the side and placed her on a low stool covered with a soft bath towel.

He took a large white bath towel, unfolded it, and covered her wet body.

The bath towel was soft and had a dry, sun-dried scent.

Shen Jin placed his hand over her shoulder through the bath towel, wiping it with a gentle but firm touch.

His fingers, through the half-wet towel, sent shivers down his spine as they touched his shoulders, arms, and waist.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling violently, and dared not look up at him.

"Raise your hand," Shen Jin said.

Lin Zhiyao obediently raised her arm.

As the towel rubbed against her armpits, she shrank back, tickled, but he held her wrists firmly.

Shen Jin's movements could be described as gentle, even delicate.

When rubbing ( ),

Lin Zhiyao visibly stiffened for a moment.

Shen Jin paused for a moment, his fingertips under the towel brushing against that spot through the soft, damp fabric. The touch was as light as a feather, yet it made Lin Zhiyao gasp for breath.

She sensed that his breathing seemed to have become heavier.

"Turn around."

Lin Zhiyao was like a doll being dressed up at will, her mind almost blank. She turned around as instructed, her back to him.

The bath towel was used to wipe the back, running down the spine and circling around the lower back.

Her back was slender and beautiful, and the shape of her shoulder blades was so clear that it was heartbreaking. Water droplets slid down her concave spine and disappeared into the edge of the bath towel.

Shen Jin pressed his thumb on that indentation, seemingly for a little too long.

Just as Lin Zhiyao was about to say something, she suddenly felt something pressing against her lower back from behind.

She froze, her mind went blank, and she even forgot to breathe.

Shen Jin's breath fell behind her ear, his cold breath carrying a strange sweet fragrance, his voice unusually hoarse: "Don't move."

Lin Zhiyao dared not move, her fingers gripping the edge of the bath towel tightly until her knuckles turned white.

She subconsciously pulled the bath towel tighter around herself, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Shen Jin's palm pressed against her waist, the force so great it felt like he wanted to knead her into his bones, yet he restrained himself and released her at the last moment.

He took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. He wiped a drop of water from the back of her neck with his thumb, his voice low and husky: "...clothes."

Shen Jin turned around and took the nightgown from the side.

Lin Zhiyao remained frozen in place until he pulled the skirt over her head, at which point she seemed to snap out of a daze and reached out her arms in cooperation.

The straps slipped off her shoulders, the thin fabric clinging to her skin, making her shiver slightly from the coolness.

Shen Jin squatted down and straightened her skirt. When his fingers brushed against her calf, Lin Zhiyao subconsciously pulled her toes away.

"Can you stand firm?"

Lin Zhiyao nodded, then shook her head, her legs feeling incredibly weak.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, said nothing, and simply took the hair dryer and plugged it in.

The hot air whistled as he ran one hand through her long hair and held the hairdryer in the other, his fingers weaving through her hair.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her head, watching his fingers twirling her black hair, a sight that inexplicably made her heart race.

Shen Jin was very patient, drying her hair strand by strand from root to tip, occasionally brushing his fingertips behind her ears, sending a tingling sensation through her.

When her hair was half-dry, Shen Jin turned off the hairdryer and placed it aside. Without saying a word, he bent down and picked Lin Zhiyao up in his arms. "Let's go eat."

Lin Zhiyao, her face flushed, wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling the muscles in his arms tense. She walked steadily out of the bathroom, through the corridor, and down the spiral staircase.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jin simply helped her put on her clothes and even dried her hair.

The downstairs restaurant was large, with a bottle of pure white lily of the valley on a long table, surrounded by food: golden-brown, crispy steaks, steaming cream of mushroom soup, a mountain of fruit salad, and even a tiramisu garnished with mint leaves and sprinkled with cocoa powder, with silver cutlery placed next to it.

The wine glass contained an amber-colored liquid, not wine, but some kind of juice she couldn't recognize.

Shen Jin placed her on a chair and sat down beside her.

He cut off a small piece of steak, picked it up with his fork, and brought it to her lips, as if he were treating a baby or a toddler. "Yaoyao, ah—open your mouth."

Lin Zhiyao's ears were still red. After hesitating for a moment, she obediently opened her mouth.

The meat was so tender that it required almost no chewing, and the sauce was perfectly salty and savory. It was the best thing she had eaten since the apocalypse, and she unconsciously licked the sauce off her lips.

Shen Jin's gaze fell on her rosy, full lips, his eyes darkening.

He forked another piece and handed it over.

Lin Zhiyao ate bite by bite from his hand, her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a small animal eating.

After eating the fifth piece, Lin Zhiyao shook her head and said softly, "I'm full."

"You've only eaten this little? How can that be?"

Shen Jin frowned slightly. Under the pressure of his gaze, Lin Zhiyao had no choice but to frown and eat another half of the steak.

She shook her head, clutching her stomach and saying in distress, "I'm really full, I can't eat anymore."

"Are you really full?"

Shen Jin put down his fork, his voice suddenly becoming very low, carrying a dangerous undertone.

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, he suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the armrests of her chair, and pulled her into his arms.

Lin Zhiyao looked up and met his unfathomable gray eyes.

"Then it's my turn."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jin had already pulled her up from the chair and scooped her up in his arms.

Lin Zhiyao gasped softly and instinctively wrapped her arms around Shen Jin's neck, while Shen Jin strode toward the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the restaurant.

Outside the window is a private garden, with a fountain bubbling in the center of the square, sunlight scattering on the water and creating dappled patterns of light.

Shen Jin placed Lin Zhiyao on the cashmere carpet in front of the French windows, her back against the cold glass.

He held the back of her head with one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist with the other, then kissed her without saying a word.

Lin Zhiyao pressed her fingers against his chest, and the next second, he grabbed her wrist and pressed it against the glass, their fingers intertwined.

His hand reached inside ( ).

The fingertip brushed against ( ).

It stirred a wave of fear.

Once everything is ready.

Shen Jin turned her over.

The fountain outside the window murmured softly, and sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a golden glow on the two of them.

Lin Zhiyao's gaze passed over Shen Jin's shoulder, seeing the swaying tree shadows and splashing water outside. Her vision gradually blurred, turning into a colorful halo.

The glass was cold, and she shivered the moment it touched her. But the person behind her was surprisingly hot, and the sensation of the hot and cold made it almost impossible for her to think.