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

Lin Zhiyao decided to leave tonight.

Move out and cut all ties with Shen Jin, never to see him again.

With tears streaming down her face, Lin Zhiyao took out her phone and sent a message to Chen Nian: "Senior, can I stay at your place tonight? Is that convenient?"

Chen Nian replied quickly: "Sure, what's up? I'll send you the address, do you want me to pick you up?"

Lin Zhiyao opened the address and checked it.

It's not far, about three subway stops away.

"Thank you, senior, but no need. I checked and the subway goes there; I can go by myself."

Lin Zhiyao didn't want to trouble Chen Nian too much, so after finishing typing, she hurriedly ran upstairs to pack her things.

As she pulled her suitcase away from the desk, she paused, thinking of the gift she hadn't been able to give.

Lin Zhiyao opened the drawer, and the paper bag was still lying there quietly, the dark blue wrapping paper gleaming matte under the lamp.

Lin Zhiyao reached out and took the paper bag, placed it on her lap, and touched the creases at the seal.

At that time, she hesitated for a long time in front of the counter before finally swiping her card. On her way home with the paper bag in her arms, she was filled with thoughts of what kind of expression Shen Jin would have when he received it.

It happened just yesterday.

Looking back now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

Lin Zhiyao's expression faltered for a moment, then she pursed her lips.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Zhiyao still didn't choose to throw it away. Instead, she placed it on her desk and left a note thanking Shen Jin for taking care of it.

Lin Zhiyao turned off the desk lamp, dragged her suitcase through the living room, casually threw on a coat, and stuffed her phone and keys into her pocket.

She walked quickly, making her way to the entrance in the dark.

My hand was already on the doorknob, and I gently opened the door.

However, the next second, soft footsteps came from the dark living room behind them.

The footsteps were unhurried, calm, and steady, as if they had been standing there waiting for her for a long time.

Then, a cold and solid figure loomed over him from behind.

Lin Zhiyao's body stiffened.

She heard that familiar voice, its tone strangely gentle, as it softly rang in her ear:

"Yaoyao, it's so late, where do you want to go?"

Shen Jin had appeared behind her without her noticing.

Lin Zhiyao could even feel his warm breath gently brushing against her earlobe.

Lin Zhiyao turned around as if electrocuted, staring nervously at Shen Jin, "You... what are you doing here?"

Shen Jin gave a short laugh. "Yaoyao, this is our home. If I'm not here, where else could I be?"

Lin Zhiyao pressed her back tightly against the door at the entrance, instinctively gripping the handle of her suitcase. "This isn't my home! I'm going to find my senior, Shen Jin. I don't want to argue with you, don't stop me."

Nothing happened.

But Lin Zhiyao felt inexplicably uneasy, as if something unacceptable and irreversible was about to happen.

Shen Jin suddenly reached out and closed the door, then covered Lin Zhiyao's hand that was gripping the suitcase handle with his other hand, holding it tightly with great force, as if he wanted to squeeze her hand into his bones.

"Ouch! Shen Jin, you're hurting me."

A layer of mist appeared in Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes. Besides the pain, she felt even more unfamiliar with Shen Jin in front of her.

She struggled, but couldn't break free. Instead, Shen Jin used even more force, throwing her suitcase away from her hands.

The suitcase was flung onto the marble floor of the living room with a loud thud.

Lin Zhiyao's heart trembled.

Then, she felt Shen Jin's hand slide into her palm, grip it tightly, and their fingers interlock firmly, his thumb gently rubbing against the web between her thumb and forefinger.

"What are you doing?!"

Lin Zhiyao reached out to push Shen Jin, but he grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Yaoyao, do you want to leave me?"

Shen Jin placed his hand, which was closing the door, on the side of Lin Zhiyao's face. He leaned down slightly, and his breath fell on her pink cheeks.

His face, however, was ashen.

Lin Zhiyao breathed heavily, her chest heaving, struggling, "Let me go! Shen Jin, you're insane!"

"crazy?"

Shen Jin's expression turned strange for a moment. "Yao Yao, just like this, you think I'm crazy?"

Lin Zhiyao tried to kick Shen Jin again, but Shen Jin used his leg to hold her down tightly, and she was instantly immobilized.

Moonlight streamed in from outside.

Shen Jin could see Lin Zhiyao's eyes shimmering with tears.

Lin Zhiyao's face was flushed with anger.

It kept twisting its body, trying to struggle.

But the next second, Lin Zhiyao sensed something, her expression and body froze, and she angrily shouted, "Are you a pervert?"

Shen Jin chuckled, lowered his head, and his thin lips almost touched her ear, his voice filled with suppressed madness, "Yao Yao, didn't you already know whether I'm a pervert or not?"

Lin Zhiyao froze. "You...you knew all along?"

Shen Jin chuckled softly again.

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, he reached down with the hand that was supporting her face, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up, pressing her against his body, his hands firmly gripping her vest.

Lin Zhiyao gasped in surprise. The feeling of weightlessness made her instinctively hug Shen Jin's neck. Once she regained her balance, she angrily struggled in Shen Jin's arms, yelling, "Put me down!"

Shen Jin ignored Lin Zhiyao's struggles, carried her into the room, and then threw her onto the bed.

Lin Zhiyao's back touched the soft mattress, and she sank into it and bounced up again before she could react.

Then she felt Shen Jin cover her again.

Hot and urgent kisses rained down on her cheeks.

Lin Zhiyao turned her head to dodge, but Shen Jin grabbed her face with his palm and then kissed her even more fiercely.

He pried open her lips and teeth, clinging to her as if he wanted to devour her alive.

"Mmm..."

Lin Zhiyao was kissed so hard she couldn't make a sound, and even her breathing became erratic. Her hands were then held down by Shen Jin and pressed above her head.

Shen Jin used his body to firmly suppress her long, slender legs.

Shen Jin kissed her fiercely and suffocatingly, not wanting to hear her say anything that would upset him.

He didn't want to hear Lin Zhiyao say anything like she wanted to leave, which made him want to go crazy.

Are you kidding me?

Yao Yao, his Yao Yao, his Yao Yao, clearly loves being with him, doesn't she? Clearly, he takes good care of her, doesn't he? Yao Yao has no idea how dangerous the outside world is, no idea how disgusting the way those nasty guys look at her is...

I really want to lock Yao Yao up.

No, that's not right. Yao Yao should be locked up.

Shen Jin kissed her harder and harder until he smelled Lin Zhiyao's salty tears, at which point he paused slightly.

Shen Jin slightly raised his head. Lin Zhiyao's face was as red as a blooming peach blossom from his kiss. Her tongue was slightly sticking out, her little tongue pink and moist. She was panting, and the corners of her eyes were also wet and red. Her almond eyes were wet and full of accusation against him.

"Shen Jin, why...why did you do this to me..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice choked with emotion, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Shen Jin gently kissed the corners of her wet eyes and her tear-streaked cheeks, but what he said next made Lin Zhiyao's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Yaoyao, sweetie, you've used up all your strength. What are we going to do later?"

Then, he stroked down with his large hand, as if touching something, and chuckled briefly, "Yaoyao clearly misses her husband too, doesn't she?"

"Bastard! Pervert! Madman! Ugh..."

Lin Zhiyao was furious and cursed him, but her body was gradually defeated under his palm. A layer of shimmering mist quickly appeared in her almond eyes, and she could only bite her red lips tightly to prevent her sweet voice from leaking out.

But she still couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped from her lips.

Lin Zhiyao felt extremely ashamed, and tears streamed down her face again, "Waaah..."

Shen Jin's kiss gradually moved from the corner of her eye to the side of her neck, and then quickly returned to her, their hot breaths mingling together.

"Yaoyao, you clearly like me too, don't you? So why did you run away from your husband? Hmm?"