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

That night, Lin Zhiyao wondered more than once why things had turned out this way.

She wondered if things would have turned out better if Shen Jin had known she was awake sooner.

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Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

Shen Jin...

Lin Zhiyao's breathing became completely out of rhythm for a moment, but her body stiffened and she dared not move.

Lin Zhiyao could only bite the soft flesh inside her lower lip, swallowing back the delicate moan that almost reached her throat.

In the stillness of the night, even the slightest sound is magnified.

Upon hearing that voice, Lin Zhiyao felt as if her ears were on fire, her entire face burning hot, and even her neck began to flush pink.

"The baby is so enthusiastic."

Shen Jin's voice rang out softly in the room, a low chuckle tinged with a lazy hoarseness.

Lin Zhiyao dared not move. She didn't want Shen Jin to know she was awake, so she could only try her best to suppress the urge...

She didn't know if Shen Jin had noticed she was awake, and she didn't dare to think about it.

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Lin Zhiyao almost couldn't hold back, and the sound that was about to burst out of her throat turned into a breathy sound, which she suppressed by biting her lip tightly.

She forced herself to maintain even breathing, but her eyes were already a little wet, and her eyelashes were trembling violently.

Shen Jin seemed unaware, or perhaps he was aware but didn't care, and continued, without applying much force.

Lin Zhiyao's fingertips even started to feel slightly numb.

But Shen Jin still had no intention of letting her go.

Lin Zhiyao felt her rationality being peeled away layer by layer.

The sound was so clear that she wanted to bury herself in her pillow and never come out again.

Shen Jin paused for a moment, then he chuckled softly, the sound reverberating from his chest and reaching her ears through the blanket.

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Lin Zhiyao dared not move, and even breathed more lightly, but her body was much more honest than her will.

A moment later, she felt that Shen Jin had finally come to an end.

A sense of relief rose in Lin Zhiyao's heart. Maybe it would end here tonight, maybe he was finally going to stop.

But the next second, that hand...

Lin Zhiyao's back stiffened instantly.

Her first reaction was that she couldn't keep up the act any longer.

Now I should call out to him or push him away, but it seems too late.

Shen Jin pressed his palm against her waist, his fingertips digging into her slender waistline, firmly fixing her posture.

Then she felt something...

Lin Zhiyao's body stiffened, and her mind went completely blank.

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Lin Zhiyao had her back to him, her face buried in the pillow. Tears had silently soaked the pillow and slid down her temples into her hair.

She didn't know why things had turned out this way.

She should have spoken up, she should have stopped him when he pulled up her pajama bottoms, but she missed that opportunity, and now it's too late.

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After a long while, Shen Jin calmed down and slowly propped himself up.

The mattress slumped slightly, and he got up and went to the bedside table.

The rustling sounds probably indicate they're looking for tissues but haven't found any.

Shen Jin got up, opened the door and went out.

Lin Zhiyao curled up in the blankets, motionless.

His back was arched slightly, his knees were pressed against his chest, and his pajama pants were still hanging on the back of his legs, not pulled up.

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His breathing gradually calmed down.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly felt like crying.

But she didn't dare.

She was afraid that Shen Jin might come back at any moment and find that she hadn't fallen asleep at all.

After a while, about three or four minutes later, Shen Jin returned and climbed onto her bed.

Lin Zhiyao felt a wad of tissue stick to her, much gentler than before.

Then he changed the tissue and wiped away the fine sweat that had seeped out of her, his movements delicate and patient.

Finally, the large hand reached out, gently cupped half of her face in its palm, and patted her soft cheek twice.

The force wasn't strong, but it was shameful enough.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Baby," Shen Jin's voice was hoarse afterward, low, as if he were talking to her, or as if he were talking to himself, "You did a great job tonight."

Then he withdrew his hand, got out of bed very quietly, the bedroom door was opened and closed again, and the sound of footsteps faded away along the corridor, eventually disappearing in the direction of the stairwell.

Lin Zhiyao lay motionless in the quilt.

The moment the door lock clicked shut, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally slid down her cheeks and silently seeped into her pillowcase.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow, her shoulders trembling slightly, her lips quivering for a long time, but she couldn't make a complete sound.

My nose was pressed against the cloth soaked with tears, and my breath was filled with the strange smells mixed in with the air.

The night outside the window was still dark.

The humming of the heater continued incessantly.

Lin Zhiyao pulled the blanket over her head, curled up into a small ball, and turned her back to the closed door, her hands gripping the corner of the blanket until her knuckles ached.

She thought she should have spoken up sooner.

There were countless opportunities to stop it, but she missed them all, or more accurately, she never truly made up her mind to stop it.

This thought made her chest ache and swell, and tears streamed down her face, soaking her pillow until it was cold and wet.

Lin Zhiyao bit the corner of the blanket, suppressing all the soft sobs deep in her throat, leaving only her shoulders trembling slightly from time to time.

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