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

Lin Zhiyao was awakened by the cool touch beneath her.

The bedding was soft, and her skin was clean; clearly, someone had cleaned her carefully while she slept.

Lin Zhiyao moved her legs, and a subtle coolness came from her lower body, as if she had applied some kind of ointment, with a minty coolness that soothed the burning pain from last night.

Her ears burned, and she instinctively pulled her legs together, burying her face in the pillow. Oh my god...

Thankfully, Shen Jin wasn't there.

Lin Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief and was hesitating whether to get up when the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Shen Jin came out.

He wore only a dark gray bath towel around his waist, and water was still dripping from his hair. Water droplets slid down his collarbone, across his chest, over his well-defined abs, and finally disappeared into the shadows below his V-line, hidden by the bath towel.

Lin Zhiyao's gaze seemed to be burned, and she quickly withdrew it, but couldn't help but steal another glance.

In terms of looks alone, Shen Jin is quite beautiful.

He had an excellent physique, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth and unexaggerated muscle lines, and pale skin that was almost transparent in the morning light.

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed, her ear tips turned bright red, and she hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

The footsteps drew closer.

The mattress sank slightly, and Shen Jin's breath, carrying the moisture from his shower and that strange sweet fragrance, wafted over him.

"woke up?"

Shen Jin's voice was deep and languid, with a hint of satiated contentment.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled. Knowing she couldn't keep up the act any longer, she opened her eyes and softly hummed in agreement.

Shen Jin leaned down, his gray eyes reflecting her sleepy face, and ran his thumb across her slightly swollen lips: "Does it still hurt?"

His question was so direct that Lin Zhiyao blushed even more. She bit her lip, shook her head, then nodded, and whispered, "...It's alright."

Look at how adorable she is.

Shen Jin couldn't resist. He stretched out his long arm, cupped the back of her head with his palm, and stroked her long hair gently.

Lin Zhiyao quickly lifted her head from his embrace, her gaze falling on his bare chest before quickly shifting away. After hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke in a whisper, "Could you...could you put on some clothes first?"

Shen Jin raised an eyebrow, picked up a strand of her hair with his fingertip and twirled it between his fingers, leaned down to her ear, and said meaningfully, "Oh? So baby likes to take off my clothes one by one by herself."

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise, unable to understand how anyone could understand it this way.

"I am not—"

Lin Zhiyao hurriedly tried to push him away, but when her palm touched Shen Jin's cold chest, she pulled her hand back as if she had been burned.

Shen Jin caught her flustered fingers, kissed them, and got up to walk towards the wardrobe.

With his back to her, the moment the towel was pulled off his waist, Lin Zhiyao hurriedly covered her eyes.

Shen Jin seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, chuckled softly, and slowly put on his clothes.

When he turned around again, he was already dressed neatly in a light gray silk loungewear set, with the collar slightly open and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

This outfit is the same style as Lin Zhiyao's light pink nightgown, but in a different color, so it was obviously prepared as a set.

"Open your eyes."

Shen Jin moved Lin Zhiyao's hands away from her eyes, which she was tightly covering.

Lin Zhiyao saw Shen Jin's handsome face so close to hers.

His freshly washed hair hung softly, and he wore pajamas, looking languid, his gray eyes intently fixed on her.

In a daze, Lin Zhiyao suddenly felt that he was just an ordinary human being, only exceptionally handsome.

Shen Jin sat back on the edge of the bed, pulled her out of the covers, and held her on his lap.

His hand gripped her waist, his chin rested on the top of her head, and his voice was low and husky: "Good morning, Yao Yao."

"......Good morning."

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Lin Zhiyao found it unbelievable; how dare he even ask?

But she still stammered, "It's...it's alright."

"Just okay?"

Shen Jin moved his hand up, cupped the back of her head, and gently rubbed it. "I held you all night, aren't you even a little bit touched, baby?"

As Shen Jin spoke, his lips brushed against her forehead, moving down her brow and the tip of her nose, finally stopping above her lips. Their breaths mingled, and his grey eyes were deep. "It seems I still need to try harder."

Lin Zhiyao was shocked. How could someone talk so self-righteously and make such a self-justifying statement?

But Shen Jin didn't give Lin Zhiyao a chance to speak. Looking at her face, he couldn't help but kiss her.

The kiss was gentle and tender, merely tracing the shape of her lips, occasionally slipping in to steal her breath, then withdrawing just as lightly as possible.

Lin Zhiyao was dazed by his kisses, her fingers clenching the fabric of his shirt tightly.

But I didn't expect it to be just a superficial attempt.

Shen Jin couldn't take it anymore.

His breathing became erratic, his Adam's apple bobbed, and dark thoughts churned in his gray eyes, but he suddenly stopped at a certain moment.

Shen Jin stepped back half an inch, his forehead pressed against Lin Zhiyao's, his breathing heavy, as if he were saying to someone else, "...No. The medicine isn't completely dry yet."

His voice was hoarse and his hands tightened and loosened around Lin Zhiyao's waist, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

After a while, his breathing gradually calmed down.

Lin Zhiyao froze, too afraid to move, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

When Shen Jin looked up again, the darkness in his eyes had mostly faded. He ruffled her hair, got up, took a tablet from the bedside table, and handed it to her.

"You can watch it when you're bored; it has some cached videos."

Lin Zhiyao took it, turned on the screen, and found that it was indeed full of various TV series and movies. Her eyes lit up, and her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

I never expected to see these entertainment products in the apocalypse.

Lin Zhiyao used to live in this area, so she was very familiar with the layout of the villa. "There's also a home theater downstairs. I'd like to go there and watch something."

Shen Jin pulled the tablet back. "Let's eat first."

Breakfast was already laid out on the long table in the restaurant.

Lin Zhiyao was forced into a chair by Shen Jin.

Shen Jin sat down beside her, forked a piece of toast and held it to her lips. Lin Zhiyao took a bite from his hand, the milky aroma spreading in her mouth, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Shen Jin looked at her puffed-out cheeks, his fingertips brushing away the crumbs from the corner of her lips. "Eat slowly."

Breakfast ended in a quiet and cozy atmosphere.

Shen Jin handed her another glass of milk, watching her sip it slowly before patting her head with satisfaction.

"Let's go."

Shen Jin put his arm around Lin Zhiyao's waist and led her toward the media room deep inside the villa.

In the home theater.

A projection screen covering an entire wall, and a large, soft leather sofa.

Lin Zhiyao nestled in a corner of the sofa, clutching a bucket of popcorn. Shen Jin sat down next to her, his arm naturally resting on the back of the sofa behind her, partially enveloping Lin Zhiyao in his shadow.

She chose a comedy film, which was packed with jokes from the very beginning.

Lin Zhiyao watched with great interest, popping popcorn into her mouth one after another, occasionally laughing out loud, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents.

Shen Jin leaned back on the sofa, his gaze shifting from the curtain to her face, repeating this several times until his brows gradually furrowed.

The movie was boring. The deliberately exaggerated physical movements seemed utterly tasteless to him.

Shen Jin's gaze remained almost fixed on Lin Zhiyao's profile. She was smiling happily, the corners of her lips raised, revealing a hint of white teeth, and her almond-shaped eyes reflected the light from the curtain, shining brightly.

Looking at her smile, Shen Jin suddenly felt a surge of indescribable emotion.

I hate that her attention is occupied by those boring lights and shadows.

Lin Zhiyao should be looking at herself just as he always looks at her, shouldn't she?

Shen Jin gripped her waist with his hand, tightening his grip slightly, and pulled her closer to him.

Lin Zhiyao was engrossed in the exciting part and didn't notice his little actions. She just subconsciously snuggled closer to him, found a more comfortable position, and continued to stare at the screen and giggle.

Shen Jin's chin rested lazily on her shoulder, his breath falling on her ear.

He looked at her and smiled, watching her eyes widen because of the plot. The darkness in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a kind of gentle indulgence.

Forget it.

She was smiling so happily.

Shen Jin tightened his arms, holding Lin Zhiyao even closer. He closed his eyes, his nose brushing against the scent of her hair, which was identical to his own, and quietly watched the boring movie with her.

As the end credits rolled, Lin Zhiyao licked the popcorn crumbs from the corner of her lips, still savoring the moment, reached for the remote, and then pressed the switch button.

The next movie will load automatically.

The image on the screen suddenly changed, no longer displaying bright, comedic colors, but instead a dim, warm light.

The camera zooms in, revealing a man and a woman entangled on a large bed. Their breathing and the rustling of fabric are clearly audible through the surround sound system, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet home theater.

The movie that played automatically was actually a pornographic film.