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

Shen Jin didn't say anything more.

His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, his lips pressed into a straight line and slightly pursed downwards.

The car drove quietly through the Boston night, heading towards Cherry Street.

Lin Zhiyao fell asleep without realizing it.

The car was parked in the garage of the villa.

Shen Jin first took out the documents from Lin Zhiyao's bag and looked at them. They were from Professor Michael Harris.

The name looks familiar.

But I can't remember where I saw it.

Shen Jin took a picture of the name and sent it to his assistant, asking him to check the person's information.

The heater in the passenger seat was still blowing softly, and Lin Zhiyao leaned back in her seat, her breathing long and steady.

The zipper of her down jacket had somehow come undone, revealing a gray sweater underneath. The seatbelt slenderly draped down her delicate shoulders, clinging to her body and accentuating her full curves, which rose and fell slightly with her breath.

Lin Zhiyao was sleeping soundly, her delicate neck tilted back slightly, her jawline soft, her lips half-open, her lips rosy, and a hint of white teeth showing unknowingly.

Long, curled eyelashes cast small shadows under her eyelids, and her exposed collarbone hollow held a small pool of warm yellow light from the car headlights.

Shen Jin tilted his head and stared, swallowing hard. After a long while, he finally unbuckled his seatbelt.

Then he turned to the side, placed his hand on Lin Zhiyao's side, and used his other hand to find her seatbelt buckle and gently pressed it.

Click.

To prevent the seatbelt from retracting too quickly and hitting Lin Zhiyao with the metal plate, Shen Jin kept pulling on the retractable belt.

As the seatbelt retracted, the strap brushed against Lin Zhiyao's shoulder, and Shen Jin's fingertips also grazed it.

The soft, warm touch beneath my fingertips, even through the sweater fabric, was amazing, sending shivers of tingling itch through me.

Lin Zhiyao didn't wake up, but she tilted her head and turned her face towards Shen Jin, leaning on his shoulder, her lips almost touching his neck.

Her soft breath brushed against his wrist, light and gentle.

Shen Jin remained in that position, looking down at her for a long time before turning off the engine, getting out of the car, and picking Lin Zhiyao up.

She is very light.

My whole body felt so limp and boneless.

The little head automatically nestled into his shoulder, its forehead pressed against the side of his neck, and its breath fell on the area below his ear.

The hem of the down jacket drooped down, and the sweater also rode up a bit, revealing a small section of the waistline, so white it was dazzling, and it shone with a soft light in the dim light.

Shen Jin carried her into the house, but didn't go back to her room. He knew she would lock the door, so he went straight into the master bedroom, his room.

Shen Jin bent down and placed the person on it.

Lin Zhiyao's hair was scattered on the dark gray pillow, and her two legs stretched out from under the hem of her down jacket. Her jeans stretched her long legs, her ankles were thin, and there was a small patch of light pink on the inside of her ankles.

Stunningly beautiful.

Shen Jin stared at it for a long time, his fox-like eyes growing deeper and deeper.

He lay on his side on the bed, propping his head up with one hand and raising the other, his palm covering half of her face.

It's unclear whether it's because his fingers are too long or Lin Zhiyao's face is too small.

His palm could almost cover Lin Zhiyao's entire face, and his thumb gently caressed her soft cheek, the touch delicate and warm.

"Yaoyao," Shen Jin said softly, his words slow and almost muttering, "my Yaoyao."

Shen Jin's gaze, burning with a dark light, fell on her lips.

His thumb slid down and pressed against Lin Zhiyao's rosy, full lips. With just a gentle press, her lips parted slightly.

His thumb slipped inside and touched the soft, moist tongue, which enveloped his fingertip.

Lin Zhiyao made a soft "hmm" sound in her sleep, her brows furrowed slightly, and her tongue moved unconsciously, as if trying to push out what was in her mouth, licking his knuckles like that.

Shen Jin didn't stop; instead, he added his index finger as well.

Stir gently.

In the stillness of the night, every sound becomes exceptionally clear.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes grew deeper and deeper. "Don't worry, Yao Yao, after tomorrow, that man will no longer be able to bother us."

After a long time.

Shen Jin withdrew his hand, his fingertip brushing against her lips. Instantly, Lin Zhiyao's lips looked as if she had applied a layer of clear lip gloss, making them moist and glossy.

"So tonight, Yao Yao, you'd better spend some quality time with your husband."

Shen Jin took Lin Zhiyao's hand, and then...

After a long time.

Shen Jin let out a low, muffled "uh".

………………

After everything was over, Shen Jin tidied up his scattered clothes.

"My dear Yao Yao, your husband won't keep you waiting too long."

Shen Jin spoke gently, rubbing Lin Zhiyao's pitifully red palms and massaging them for a while to make sure that Lin Zhiyao's hands wouldn't be numb when she woke up tomorrow.

Then, he hugged Lin Zhiyao tightly, embedding her petite body entirely into his arms.

Shen Jin rested his chin on the top of her fragrant hair and closed his eyes.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

*

Lin Zhiyao was awakened by a faint light.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and the morning light fell directly on her eyelids.

Lin Zhiyao opened her eyes, her vision gradually clearing, and she noticed that the chandelier on the ceiling was not the same style as the one in her room.

There was a faint woody fragrance and a deeper, more profound scent in the air, both strange and familiar.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly woke up, sat up in a panic, and the blanket slipped off her shoulders.

She was still wearing the same gray sweater and jeans she wore last night, but her coat had been taken off, and her shoes had been neatly arranged by the bedside at some point.

Whose room is this?

"You're awake?"

A voice came from the side.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly turned her head.

Shen Jin sat on the single sofa by the bed, his long legs crossed. He was still wearing the same dark shirt as last night, with one button undone at the collar. There were faint dark circles under his eyes.

He was holding a cup of coffee that had gone cold; he clearly hadn't slept much.

Lin Zhiyao's fair face instantly turned red from her neck to her ears.

"How could I...?"

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, her tongue tied in knots, her tone flustered, and her eyelashes trembled wildly, "How could you—we—"

"You fell asleep in the car last night."

Shen Jin put down his coffee cup and said calmly, "I called you when I got home, but you didn't wake up even after I called you seven or eight times. I was going to put you on the sofa in the living room, but the heating in the living room isn't as warm as it is inside, and you weren't wearing many clothes. I was afraid you would catch a cold."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't expect your room door to be locked."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth. She did have the habit of locking the door after leaving the house. Although the key was in her bag and easy to find, Shen Jin, such a gentleman and friendly person, would never go through someone else's bag without permission.

"So I had no choice but to carry you to my room," Shen Jin said, adding, "I still had a ton of work to finish, and I was going to stay up all night anyway, so I just sat there."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pinched his brow, looking slightly tired. The dark circles under his eyes were clearly visible to Lin Zhiyao.

Lin Zhiyao was overwhelmed with guilt.