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

Lin Zhiyao rubbed her eyes, sat up halfway against the headboard, and glanced at her phone.

The group chat has exploded.

Some people forwarded a screenshot of the video with a string of question marks; some said they had seen the school's statement, and others asked what happened to the students Harris had previously taught.

Chen Nian sent a message in the group: "I just contacted the department and they said there will be some last-minute arrangements, so don't panic."

The messages scrolled by very quickly, and it took Lin Zhiyao a while to roughly understand what had happened.

She paused her finger on the screen for a moment, then tapped the forwarded video. After a few seconds of loading, the screen appeared.

Lin Zhiyao only glanced at it before leaving.

My heart is beating a little fast.

She almost immediately thought of Shen Jin.

Last night he said "there was an urgent matter to deal with at the company," and this content appeared online this morning.

The timing and the motivation both match.

Her intuition told her that Shen Jin was most likely behind this, to avenge her and to fulfill his promise to make Harris disappear from her life completely.

Lin Zhiyao held her phone, her fingertips tracing the cold screen before switching to her chat with Shen Jin.

Last night's last chat log was between the kitten covering its face emoji and Shen Jin's pinching of the cheek.

Lin Zhiyao hesitated for two seconds, then typed: "Did you do what happened online?"

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

Shen Jin replied with a single word: "Yes."

Lin Zhiyao stared at that word for a while, then her fingers curled slightly.

She pressed her phone against her chest, feeling the warm vibration in her palm. She secretly smiled, then quickly suppressed the smile, as if afraid of being seen.

But why did he reply so quickly this time?

Did you stay up all night, or did you just happen to see it when you woke up?

Lin Zhiyao sent another message, her almond-shaped eyes filled with worry, "Didn't you sleep at all last night?"

Shen Jin: "I slept for a while."

Looking at this reply, Lin Zhiyao felt that he was most likely lying.

She didn't expose him, but simply sent a message: "So where are you now? Are you back yet?"

Shen Jin: "On the way."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes brightened, and her ears began to feel hot again.

She flipped her phone face down on the bed, took a couple of deep breaths, and then picked it up again. She saw that Shen Jin had sent another message: "I'll be there in about half an hour."

Lin Zhiyao suddenly thought of something.

I practically jumped out of bed.

I stuffed my phone into my pocket, grabbed the blanket, and ran to the laundry room. I figured I could still wash it and dry it in time.

It's all her fault for being so busy chatting last night that she forgot about the blanket, which is why she's in such a panic now.

It took a lot of hard work to finally get it done.

Lin Zhiyao folded the blanket neatly, hugged it to her arms, and then felt that it was too strange to stand in the living room like this waiting for Shen Jin to come back.

She quickly put the blanket back on the sofa and went back to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water.

I haven't had a chance to drink the water yet.

Then came the sound of a lock being opened from the entrance hall.

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat. She put down her water glass and couldn't help but happily go to greet him.

The door opened, and Shen Jin walked in.

He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater with a black overcoat over it, and there were some fine snowflakes stuck to the collar of the overcoat.

He bent down to change his shoes, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door, his movements natural and casual.

He's just like... just like a husband coming home from get off work.

Lin Zhiyao was startled by her thought, quickly shaking her head to dismiss the strange idea. She then looked up at Shen Jin, exclaiming, "Shen Jin! You're back!"

Shen Jin's gaze fell on her, and seemingly influenced by her tone, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Lin Zhiyao watched, feeling her heart pounding.

It felt like a bird with flapping wings was trapped inside her chest, making her eardrums ring.

Then, amidst this buzzing sound...

Lin Zhiyao did something she never expected.

She walked towards Shen Jin, opened her arms, and hugged him very gently.

Lin Zhiyao wrapped her arm around Shen Jin's narrow waist, her fingertips gripping the fabric of the back of his sweater.

Lin Zhiyao:...!

Her movements froze.

God!

What is she doing right now!

Lin Zhiyao only realized what she had done after they had already embraced, and her cheeks quickly turned bright red.

Lin Zhiyao's forehead rested against Shen Jin's chest, and she could even feel the slight rise and fall of his chest.

The tip of her nose brushed against the soft velvet of Shen Jin's sweater.

With each breath, her nasal cavity was filled with Shen Jin's familiar and reassuring scent, a woody fragrance mixed with cool air.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank.

What should she do now?

What are you doing?

Why did she just do that?!

Lin Zhiyao's mind was a jumble of chaotic thoughts, making it impossible for her to sort out her ideas. Her fingers, which were resting on Shen Jin's back, also stiffened.

But amidst these chaotic thoughts...

A thought, however, emerged with unparalleled clarity.

With a bit of anticipation.

What will Shen Jin do?

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled.

However, Shen Jin seemed to freeze the moment she hugged him.

Is it dislike?

Lin Zhiyao's heart suddenly sank half a beat.

She was indeed too abrupt; Shen Jin's feelings for her were merely those of a roommate.

She presumptuously rushed up and hugged him; Shen Jin must be thinking she's acting completely out of line right now.

Lin Zhiyao felt a pang of sadness, and her eyes welled up with tears.

But the next second, Shen Jin's arm wrapped around it.

He held on very tightly, as if afraid that Lin Zhiyao would change her mind and run away; he used a lot of force.

His long arm reached around Lin Zhiyao from behind, his palm pressed against her shoulder blade, holding her tightly and embedding her firmly in his arms.

"Hmm!"

Lin Zhiyao groaned as he squeezed her so tightly, barely able to breathe. Her nose was buried in his sweater, filled with his warm breath.

Shen Jin rested his chin on the top of Lin Zhiyao's head and gently rubbed it.

A deep, pleasant voice, slightly hoarse, came from his vibrating chest: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly acting all cute towards me?"

Lin Zhiyao's entire face turned bright red, the heat spreading from her neck all the way to her ears, and even her scalp felt numb.

She could feel Shen Jin's breath brushing against the top of her head, and the warmth of his palms pressing against her back was clearly seeping through the sweater fabric.

It was a complete envelopment.

Lin Zhiyao panicked and didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. Although she had taken the initiative, she was the one who broke free from Shen Jin's embrace.

Shen Jin did not force her to stay, and loosened his grip on her arm.

Lin Zhiyao took two steps back, lowered her eyes, and muttered softly, "It's nothing, I just missed you a little."

Her voice was soft and gentle, like the soft humming of a kitten kneading its milk, and the tips of her ears were flushed pink, clearly indicating extreme shyness.

Shen Jin's fox-like eyes deepened instantly.

His fingers, hanging by his side, curled slightly, as if he subconsciously wanted to do something, but he restrained himself.

Lin Zhiyao took a few steps back, seemingly trying to cover up her mistake, and glanced down at her phone.

But then, as if suddenly remembering something important, she said in a slightly hurried tone, "Oh right, my senior asked me to meet her to discuss changing advisors. I'll head out now."

Even though her face was still flushed when she looked up, she said such heartless and cruel words.

Without waiting for Shen Jin's response, Lin Zhiyao turned around and ran to the entrance, took her small handbag off the hook, slung it over her shoulder, and bent down to change her shoes.

The action was performed in one smooth motion, without the person turning around to look at him the entire time.

The door opened and closed again, and a series of footsteps ran away down the steps from the doorway.

Shen Jin stood alone in the empty living room.

He stood still, his gaze fixed on the spot where Lin Zhiyao had just stood.

The air still carried her faint, sweet, and clean scent, like the fragrance of some kind of flower, or the warm scent of laundry detergent mixed with her body heat.

He closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, they were as dark as if they had been soaked in something viscous.

All he wanted to do now was hold Lin Zhiyao in his arms, kiss her passionately, and then carry her to bed.

But now the mischievous cat teases him and then runs away, not caring whether he lives or dies.

I'm going to teach her a lesson tonight.

But now, we also need to charge some interest.

Shen Jin turned and went upstairs.

He walked to Lin Zhiyao's door, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the master key.

He moved very lightly, almost silently, and the door clicked open as he pushed it open and went inside.

Shen Jin's gaze swept around the room.

Recalling what she had seen on the surveillance footage, her gaze finally fell on the stack of clothes folded on the bedside table.

On top was a neatly folded, soft nightgown, with a small wad of light pink lace fabric underneath.

Shen Jin walked over, hooked the edge of the fabric with his fingertips, and pulled it out.

The fabric was extremely thin, the lace trim was very fine, and it was a small, light piece that weighed almost nothing in his palm.