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

Shen Jin simply lowered his head slightly and moved even closer to her.

Those fox-like eyes were so close, as clear and cold as a lake in winter, chilling one to the bone.

"Swear?" He repeated the word slowly, a slight smile playing on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "Yaoyao, how much do you think your vow is worth?"

Lin Zhiyao froze.

It's worthless.

Yes, she has lost all credibility. Why should Shen Jin believe her?

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, and tears welled up again.

"Then, what should I do to make you believe me?"

Shen Jin didn't speak, he just looked at her.

Something was churning in those fox-like eyes.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly realized something.

Shen Jin did not reject her.

If he has no intention of agreeing at all, he can just say no.

But Shen Jin didn't.

So, he was waiting for her.

He waited for her to offer him something that satisfied him.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Perhaps she knew what she had to do.

Lin Zhiyao didn't hesitate for long.

She stepped out of Shen Jin's arms, knelt on the ground, and reached out, her hands trembling, to untie the sash around Shen Jin's waist.

Her slender fingers were trembling, and she couldn't untie the knot several times. She was so anxious that her tears fell even more fiercely.

Shen Jin did not move, but only lowered his eyes to watch her, letting her do as she pleased, the dark undercurrent in his fox-like eyes growing stronger.

Finally, the tie came off.

The outer robe spread out.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her head, not daring to look, but her fingers didn't stop.

She undid his clothes one by one, her movements clumsy, trembling, but resolute.

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, the tip of her nose was red, and she looked extremely pitiful.

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Shen Jin's fingers slowly tightened, inserting into her hair, his fingertips caressing her scalp.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Lin Zhiyao felt like she was going to go numb.

Her tears kept falling, not because of pain, but because of fear and shame.

She didn't know if she had done the right thing, whether Shen Jin was satisfied, or whether her sister could be saved in time.

"Yaoyao, look up."

Shen Jin's voice was incredibly hoarse. He looked down at her and gently patted her cheek with his large hand.

Lin Zhiyao knelt in front of him, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked up at him, her eyelashes wet and her nose red.

It's both pitiful and incredibly tempting.

This scene is just too stimulating.

Seeing this, Shen Jin's fox-like eyes burned even brighter.

Reason completely broke down at that moment.

He could no longer hold back.

Shen Jin suddenly bent down, scooped Lin Zhiyao up from the ground, carried her horizontally, and strode towards the bed.

He looked at her trembling body and tearful almond-shaped eyes, paused, and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, there's a wisp of my divine consciousness on the water mirror your sister always carries. She'll be fine."

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Even as Shen Jin pinned Lin Zhiyao down, she was still thinking about her younger sister.

She didn't push him away like before, nor did she beg for mercy or cry out. Instead, with tears in her eyes, she reached out and hooked her arms around his neck.

Shen Jin paused, looking down at her.

Lin Zhiyao obediently tilted her head up and took the initiative to kiss his lips, clumsy and awkward, yet with an unprecedented initiative.

Shen Jin was stunned for a moment, then took the initiative and kissed him back fiercely.

He kissed her, his tongue plunging deep inside, entwining with hers, sucking, entwining, and plundering.

Lin Zhiyao was so breathless from the kisses that she could barely breathe, and soft whimpers escaped her throat.

She reached out to push him away, but as soon as her hand touched his chest, he grabbed it and pressed it above her head.

Shen Jin kissed her for a long time, so long that Lin Zhiyao thought she was going to suffocate, before he finally released her lips and moved on to kiss her chin, neck, and collarbone...

All the way down.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

She wanted to say something, but the words that came out of her mouth were all broken moans.

Shen Jin was different today than usual.

Although he was ruthless in the past, he would at least consider her feelings.

Today, he was like an enraged beast, fierce, tyrannical, and ruthless.

It was only at this moment that Lin Zhiyao realized that Shen Jin had always been very kind to her, and she also understood that he was really angry, very angry.

I'm angry that she's still thinking about running away.

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The night was long.

Lin Zhiyao grew up to the point where she felt her body no longer belonged to her.

She didn't know how much time had passed, only that the sky outside changed from dark to light and then from light to dark again, and she had to replace several candles.

When Shen Jin finally stopped, Lin Zhiyao didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. She collapsed onto the brocade quilt, her body covered in red welts.

After a long pause, Lin Zhiyao finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "My Lord Immortal... have you enjoyed yourself?"

Shen Jin raised his head, the desire in his fox-like eyes subsiding somewhat.

A surge of jealousy welled up inside him. He stared at Lin Zhiyao for a long while before slowly speaking, "You care about your sister that much?"

Lin Zhiyao's eyes reddened, and she nodded.

"She is my only family in this world."

Lin Zhiyao's voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Without her, I have nothing."

"I've already sent people to look for him," Shen Jin said. "As long as his soul hasn't dissipated, there's hope."

Lin Zhiyao's tears fell again, this time from joy.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord... thank you so much..."

Lin Zhiyao choked up, her words becoming incoherent.

Shen Jin reached out and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye with his thumb.

"Don't thank me too soon," he said calmly. "I haven't said there are no conditions."

Lin Zhiyao froze, biting her lip as she looked at him.

Shen Jin lowered his head, his nose touching her forehead, his breath tickling and cool against her skin.

"From today onwards, you're not allowed to think about running away anymore," Shen Jin said. "You must stay by my side forever, and you're not allowed to go anywhere."

Lin Zhiyao's eyes reddened, and she nodded.

"I promise you," she said softly but sincerely, "I'll never run away again."

Shen Jin didn't speak again, nor did he tell her that she wouldn't be able to leave the palace for a long time to come.

He simply tightened his arms around Lin Zhiyao's waist.

His chin rested on the top of her fragrant hair, his fox-like eyes lowered slightly as he looked at the woman in his arms, who was trembling with sobs, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Did she think he couldn't see through her little scheme?

But it's okay.

The more she ran, the more he wanted to catch her and bring her back.

Once we catch them, we'll inflict severe pain.

The pain was so intense that she dared not run away again.

The pain was so intense that she willingly stayed.

Shen Jin lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of Lin Zhiyao's head, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his fox-like eyes.

He wanted to see where she could run to next.