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

The kiss moved from her shoulder to her neck. Shen Jin buried his face in the crook of her neck, his lips pressed against that delicate white skin, and mumbled "baby" a few more times.

Lin Zhiyao felt a tingling sensation travel down her spine. She turned her head to avoid it, but Shen Jin's hand had already supported her chin, turned her face back, and kissed the corner of her lips, then slid into her lips.

He kissed her so hard she took a half step back, her back pressed against the cold, full-length mirror.

Shen Jin placed one hand on her ear and the other on her lower back, pressing her against the mirror and kissing her.

The kiss was deep, and Lin Zhiyao's tongue felt sore from his caresses. She struggled to breathe, and intermittent breaths escaped from between her lips.

Shen Jin's hand slid down from her waist, his palm pressed against the thigh exposed by the slit in her cheongsam, his fingertips probing inside the slit and pressing against her side.

He kissed her deeper, his thumb repeatedly caressing the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, the slight tickling bringing a tingling sensation.

Lin Zhiyao trembled slightly in his palm.

Shen Jin continued.

Before losing control, Lin Zhiyao raised her hand to cover his mouth.

With her palm pressed against his lips, she could clearly feel Shen Jin's warm breath seeping through her fingers.

"Don't......"

Lin Zhiyao looked pitiful from his kiss, her eyes were red and wet, and her voice was soft and slightly unsteady as she said, "It's not even dark yet."

Following her force, Shen Jin slowly lifted his face from her palm to look at her.

His eyelashes were thick and long, and when viewed from below, they fanned upwards like a fan. He had a high nose bridge, and his fox-like eyes were filled with her image. The half of his face that was visible was incredibly handsome.

Even Lin Zhiyao was momentarily stunned by his gaze.

She looked away, her eyelashes fluttering, her cheeks burning as if on fire. She lowered her hand as if electrocuted and pushed Shen Jin's chest lightly.

Shen Jin did not press forward again.

He stepped back half a step, his palm still resting on her leg, lowered his head, buried his face in the top of her hair, and took a deep breath.

Lin Zhiyao stood leaning against him for a while.

She felt his breathing gradually calm down, and his large hand, which had been holding her leg, slid out again and placed on her waist, gently pinching her side without much force.

It's rare to find any tenderness.

Taking advantage of the lull, Lin Zhiyao asked, "When can I go back to school?"

Shen Jin's grip on her arm seemed to loosen.

It was so light that she could hardly feel it if she hadn't been leaning against him.

Lin Zhiyao's heart sank slightly.

Shen Jin did not answer immediately. He massaged her waist again with his fingers, then released them and bent down to adjust the buttons on the collar of her cheongsam.

"What would you like for lunch? I'll have someone deliver it."

Shen Jin didn't look at her. He turned around, opened the jewelry box next to him, and took out a heavy emerald necklace. His tone was casual, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Lin Zhiyao lowered her eyes, her lips slightly pursed, and watched him put on the expensive necklace that felt cool to the touch for her, without asking any further questions.

But his heart gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.

*

That night, Shen Jin tossed and turned her over and over, pressing her to the edge of the bed and then carrying her to the window.

Finally, I pressed her face down into the blankets, held her neck with my hands, and let half of her face sink into the pillow.

Lin Zhiyao gripped the bed sheet tightly with all ten fingers, her knuckles turning white, and her lower back was covered in sweat.

Shen Jin breathed heavily in her ear and pressed her to come back.

She bit her lip and didn't answer, so Shen Jin became even more ruthless.

Lin Zhiyao buried her face in the pillow, her face flushed, and she vaguely thought that it was almost time to escape, and she couldn't wait any longer.

*

the next day.

Boston was unusually sunny, and the snow that had accumulated over the past few days had melted almost completely under the sunlight, leaving only wet streaks on the roads.

Lin Zhiyao stood in the entryway, reaching out to straighten Shen Jin's shirt collar, her fingertips tracing the smooth crease, and then pushing the tie knot up a little.

Her movements were so natural, as if she had done them a thousand times. Her almond-shaped eyes were lowered, and her eyelashes cast a small, quiet shadow under her eyes.

Shen Jin looked down at her, then raised his hand to cover hers, which was adjusting his tie. "Being so good today?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't dodge, letting him hold her hand. She looked up at him and smiled, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll try to make it."

Shen Jin stared at her for two seconds, as if trying to discern something, but Lin Zhiyao's expression was frank, her almond-shaped eyes were clear and clean, even carrying a hint of ingratiating softness.

He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. "Whatever, I'll eat whatever you make."

"Then be careful on your way."

Lin Zhiyao withdrew her hand, took half a step back, and waved to him from inside the door frame.

The two were like husband and wife for a lifetime.

Shen Jin turned and walked out of the courtyard. The black sedan drove out of the alley, turned right at the intersection, and disappeared after its taillights flashed twice.

Lin Zhiyao stood inside the door calculating the time. He should have arrived at the company by now, and no one else should be coming for the time being.

She rushed into the kitchen.

Lin Zhiyao stepped onto the kitchen counter, her fingertips reaching the smoke detector on the ceiling. With a forceful tug, she pulled off the plastic casing, exposing the loose threads. The alarm then emitted a sharp, piercing blare.

Lin Zhiyao squatted down again, took out a lighter from under the stove, lit a wad of waste paper and threw it into the stainless steel sink. Flames leaped up and black smoke billowed.

The sound of a landline phone ringing came from the direction of the living room.

Lin Zhiyao ran over and answered the phone. Before she could catch her breath, Shen Jin's distorted voice came through the receiver, calm but tense: "Yaoyao, what happened?"

"The kitchen is on fire."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled, sounding genuinely frightened, "Shen Jin, call the fire department quickly, the fire is getting bigger, I... I'm a little scared..."

"Don't panic, don't go near the kitchen, wait at the door, I'll be right back."

Shen Jin spoke very quickly, and the sound of hurried footsteps could be faintly heard in the background.

"Okay." Lin Zhiyao gripped the receiver, her fingertips turning slightly white.

The busy tone of the call being disconnected came through the receiver.

She put the phone back and ran towards the back door.

Shen Jin will not call the police.

He hoped the matter would be kept to a minimum, and that no one would bother them.

But the elderly couple next door had a regular schedule and were sunbathing in their yard at this time. The burning smell and piercing alarm couldn't have escaped their notice, so they would have called the police.

The time it took for fire trucks and police cars to appear on the street was enough for her to run at least three blocks.

Lin Zhiyao opened the narrow window of the small kitchen. The window frame brushed against her shoulder, but she ignored the pain and flipped over. When she landed, her knee hit the edge of the step, but she didn't stop.

She got up, zipped her down jacket all the way up, lowered her head and walked quickly across the street corner, merging into the main flow of people.

When she reached the subway station entrance, she glanced back at the road she had come from. There was no sign of the black sedan. The street was relatively quiet, and no one noticed that she was fleeing to a place he could not reach.

Lin Zhiyao's heart was pounding, but a secret joy was rising within her.

As the subway pulled into the station, she jumped on, leaned against the corner by the door, and stared intently at the tunnel walls flashing past the window.

To avoid being tracked, she left her phone at home and only had her passport and cash on her.

She took the cash from Shen Jin's study drawer a week ago. She didn't know if he had noticed, or if this was another trap, but she had no other choice.

Twenty minutes later.

The terminals of Boston Logan International Airport came into view.

As Lin Zhiyao stepped out of the subway station, she looked up and saw the azure sky, almost stopping in her tracks amidst the bustling square.

A gust of wind blew in her face, and she took a deep breath, her nose and eyes stinging with tears.

She succeeded.

Lin Zhiyao walked quickly into the terminal, found the self-service ticket machine, put the cash into the ticket slot, and the screen displayed the information of the next flight to China.

She followed the instructions, printed out her boarding pass, and held it in her hand. The thin sheet of paper was slightly softened by the sweat on her palm.

"Yao Yao".

The voice came from behind her. It was less than ten steps away, not loud, but clear enough.

Lin Zhiyao froze on the spot, her shoulders tensing inch by inch.

She slowly turned around in disbelief.

Shen Jin stood a few meters away from her, wearing a black coat over a turtleneck sweater. The hem of the coat swayed slightly in the breeze from the terminal. His gaze was sinister.