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

Lin Zhiyao's lips trembled, but she didn't speak. Tears streamed down her temples and into her hair.

Shen Jin stared at her for two seconds, his fox-like eyes unfathomable, then suddenly released her wrist and leaned down to bury his face in her neck.

His hot breath fell on her skin. He didn't move or speak, his palm still pressed tightly against her cheek, as if he was trying his best to restrain something, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

After a long while, Shen Jin spoke, his voice muffled in the crook of her neck, so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Stop running."

Lin Zhiyao remained silent.

Shen Jin had only just softened his stance a few seconds before he couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing that she didn't speak, he turned her face around and kissed her fiercely.

"Why are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong? Or am I just too good to you?"

Shen Jin gritted his teeth, pinning her firmly beneath him. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

He moved his hand, which was supporting Lin Zhiyao's face, down, forcing her to make a sound.

Lin Zhiyao's waist went weak involuntarily, and the pent-up anger and frustration she had been suppressing all the way finally erupted completely.

“Pah!”

Lin Zhiyao slapped Shen Jin across the face, her pretty cheeks flushed with anger. "Shen Jin, you're a madman...!"

Shen Jin paused for a moment after being slapped, his face turning slightly to the side due to the force of the slap. A faint blush appeared on his fair and jade-like face. Then, he suddenly chuckled softly.

"Hehehehe, yeah, I am a madman, Yao Yao, who told you to mess with a madman like me?"

Shen Jin raised his face again, his handsome face filled with madness. He stared intently at Lin Zhiyao, his eyes bloodshot.

"Yaoyao, but you like this crazy guy like me too, don't you?"

Shen Jinzhong bound Lin Zhiyao's wrists again, pressing them above her head, kissing her repeatedly and interrogating her, his voice filled with pain and madness, "Since we like each other, why can't we be together? Why can't you stay by my side obediently? Why do you have to run away?"

The more Shen Jin questioned, the more pain he felt. He was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into a frying pan. His strong and broad body began to tremble slightly. Lin Zhiyao was firmly pressed down by him and could clearly feel his taut muscles and his uncontrollable trembling.

Under this feeling of losing control, Shen Jin tightened his grip on Lin Zhiyao's body with his hand.

It seems that only in this way, only through this method, can he see the expression on Lin Zhiyao's face fluctuate because of him, and only then can he truly feel that Lin Zhiyao is still by his side and will still be greatly affected by his emotions.

"Hoo..."

Lin Zhiyao and he were so compatible in some ways that even slight contact made her repeatedly go limp.

She couldn't help but recall the time when she first arrived in Boston and first met Shen Jin.

He was completely different from his current deranged state.

But I don't know why.

Lin Zhiyao actually felt that maybe that's how people are. Just like her parents, they gave birth to her and raised her to a certain extent, but in the end, they abandoned her as a burden. Good and bad are always intertwined, like a symbiosis, making it hard to tell the difference.

Just like when her parents divorced, they clearly agreed that they would each make time for her. Her mother would come to see her this weekend, and her father would come to see her next weekend.

But gradually, the intervals became longer and longer.

First, it became uncertain whether they would come even after two weeks, then it became uncertain whether they would come even after a month.

Later it became six months.

In the end, they cursed each other for their dereliction of duty, but neither of them was willing to come and see her.

When I call her occasionally, I only ask a few quick questions before hanging up.

She was like a ball, or extra luggage, a nuisance and a burden, tossed around.

and so.

So she is too.

So, back then, was she really completely unaware?

Or did they already realize something was wrong, but subconsciously ignored those possibilities because the other party was Shen Jin?

Because subconsciously she wanted to hold onto people who cared about her, people who seemed to have a good impression of her, and people who seemed to treat her well.

So, can all those subtle discomforts be ignored?

"Ugh..."

Lin Zhiyao was almost suffocating from being pinched and kissed by Shen Jin. She was surrounded by Shen Jin's scent, and her whole body was under his control and being led by him. He seemed to have a natural talent for making her feel pleasure.

………………

Lin Zhiyao's face was turned towards the sofa, her face flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes were slightly dazed when Shen Jin reached out his hand from behind.

She subconsciously turned her head slightly to meet him.

"Yao Yao, Yao Yao Yao Yao..."

Shen Jin's tormented and hoarse voice came from behind.

Lin Zhiyao needed to hold onto the wall to keep her balance.

………………

The sky outside gradually turned from day to night.

Lin Zhiyao appeared dazed.

Amidst pain and sweetness, hatred and love, she felt a shameful yet strangely subtle sense of peace.

There is no one else in the world who loves her so much and is determined to keep her here no matter what.

This is something even her parents couldn't do.

Lin Zhiyao felt that she must have been driven crazy by Shen Jin, or perhaps she was a madwoman to begin with.

Amidst an indescribable ache, Lin Zhiyao vaguely felt that she probably couldn't live without Shen Jin either.

Lin Zhiyao was still being held down on the sofa by Shen Jin, her neck covered by his hot and rapid breathing.

She turned her head away, her eyes still red and wet, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears, her vision blurred as she looked at Shen Jin's reddened earlobe.

Perhaps, this is the kind of relationship they were meant to have.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips gripping the fabric of Shen Jin's shirt at the chest. Her voice was hoarse, carrying a languid dampness and weariness: "...Shen Jin, I won't run away again."

Shen Jin froze.

The pressure on her suddenly tightened, then loosened as if she had been burned.

He propped himself up, staring intently at her, his fox-like eyes swirling with lingering crimson and a kind of almost shattered ecstasy.

"……real?"

Shen Jin spoke, his voice hoarse and his hands, which were cupping her face, were trembling.

Lin Zhiyao just stared at him, her eyelashes still wet, but her eyes were very gentle.

She nodded slightly.

"Um."

Shen Jin's breath hitched.

He looked at her, as if he didn't understand, or as if he couldn't believe it.

Those hands were still cupping her face, their thumbs brushing against her cheek. She was trembling all over, as if in a dream.

Lin Zhiyao didn't wait for him to ask any more questions.

She raised her hand, placed her palm on the back of his neck, and ran her fingertips into the roots of his slightly damp hair. She tilted her head back and kissed him very gently.

When the lips touched, Shen Jin trembled all over, but for the first time ever, he didn't move.

He was rooted to the spot, barely daring to breathe, his rapid breaths brushing against her lips.

In a daze, Shen Jin thought he was going crazy. Otherwise, how could he see Lin Zhiyao's gentle gaze and even take the initiative to kiss him?

But even if it's madness, even if it's a dream, even if it's just Yao Yao trying to relax again but then becoming wary...

He was willing to find joy in this moment.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue probing inside to tease him.

Shen Jin groaned, finally daring to exert force with his hands, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms, kissing her urgently and heavily, as if he wanted to crush her and swallow her, to put her into his stomach and melt into one with her before he felt at ease.

But this time he didn't press her for answers. He just kept kissing her, calling her name indistinctly between his lips.

Lin Zhiyao was breathless from his kisses. Her hand slid down from the back of his neck and gripped his clothes. She quietly endured it and did not push him away again.

As dusk settled completely outside the window, the living room lights remained off, with only the warmth of each other's bodies and the mingling of their breaths echoing endlessly in the darkness.

After a long while, Shen Jin finally stopped, his forehead touching hers, their noses rubbing together.

His eyes were closed, and the rise and fall of his chest was frighteningly large, as if he had run a long distance and sprinted for a long time before finally grasping the finish line.

Lin Zhiyao raised her hand and gently patted his back.

"It's alright." Her voice was still nasal, but much steadyer than before. "I won't leave you again."

Shen Jin didn't speak, but buried his face in her neck, tightening his arms around her so much that she could barely breathe.

Lin Zhiyao didn't struggle. She simply rested her chin on his shoulder, gazed at the last glimmer of light outside the French windows, and slowly closed her eyes.

She thought, "That's fine."

Perhaps they were meant to be entangled with each other like this for the rest of their lives.

This is fine too, isn't it?