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

Shen Jin wrapped his long arm around Lin Zhiyao's lower back, lifting her up from the bedside like a frightened fledgling bird, and placed her on his lap.

Lin Zhiyao was stiff all over, her back taut, her toes barely touching the ground, as if she were suspended in his arms.

"Cousin, this isn't right for us..."

Lin Zhiyao was almost in tears.

Shen Jin's broad, firm chest pressed against her back, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, causing the stray hairs at her temples to tremble slightly.

"Cousin, this is against the rules..."

Seeing that Shen Jin did not reply, Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled even more, and she gripped the hem of her skirt on her knees with her fingertips until her knuckles turned white.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against her back: "Didn't I just say? Since the instructor can't come, your cousin will take her place. Since you're going to enter the palace, you'll have to learn these things."

With a "whoosh" sound.

The scroll was unfurled before the two of them, leaving no room for escape.

Shen Jin raised his hand from her waist, pinched her chin, and gently turned her face back to the center.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to look at the unrolled scroll. Just one glance made her feel all the blood rush to her face and her ears burn.

The posture of the people in the painting was so...

The painting was so exquisite that even the expressions between the eyebrows and eyes were clearly depicted. She never imagined that there were such explicit things in the world.

"My cousin doesn't even dare to look at me. What will happen to her after she enters the palace?"

Shen Jin's low, husky voice whispered in her ear, sounding both coaxing and seductive.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling violently.

Shen Jin gently stroked the delicate skin below her ear with his thumb, the rough calluses from years of holding a pen brushing against her tender skin, bringing a slight, tingling itch.

"cousin……"

Lin Zhiyao couldn't help but shrink her neck, her voice trembling with tears. Unexpectedly, this only excited him more. Instantly, he grabbed her waist with his other hand and pressed her even closer into his arms.

"My dear cousin, open your eyes. Don't be willful."

Shen Jin's tone remained gentle, but the hand gripping her waist tightened.

Lin Zhiyao winced slightly, letting out a muffled groan. Her eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.

She dared not look at the painting, so she stared at the embroidery on the crepe on her knee, her gaze unfocused, even her breathing fragmented.

Shen Jin was clearly dissatisfied.

He slightly turned the hand that was holding her chin, and Lin Zhiyao turned her head to the side, forced to look up and meet his dark, brooding gaze, which seemed to want to devour her whole.

The candlelight reflected two flickering points of light in Shen Jin's pupils, reflecting the dark, eerie color in his eyes, like a mountain demon.

"Does my cousin not want to watch because she wants her older cousin to personally teach her right now?" he said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes welled up with tears, and she dared not disobey.

She shakily raised her eyelashes, her shimmering eyes meeting his. "I...I see...I'm sorry, cousin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so willful..."

But Shen Jin didn't mention the fire-avoidance diagram at this moment. He just stared at her slightly parted pink lips. When he saw her pink tongue, his Adam's apple bobbed heavily. "My cousin's lips are really beautiful."

His voice was even hoarser than before when he said this.

Before Lin Zhiyao could react, he had already lowered his head and kissed her.

The moment their lips met, Lin Zhiyao felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her mind went blank, and all her thoughts vanished.

The temperature of the tea leaves was hotter than she had imagined, with a slightly bitter taste, probably from tea she had drunk in the evening.

He didn't kiss her in a hurry. First, he gently rubbed his lips against her pink lips, as if he were savoring some delicacy, tasting it little by little.

Lin Zhiyao forgot to close her eyes, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking at his eyebrows and eyes so close to hers. His eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyes, and the bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose.

Lin Zhiyao instinctively tried to back away, but the back of her head was held by his hand that had been gripping her chin.

He inserted his five fingers into her hair, and pressed the base of his palm against the back of her head. The force was not strong, but it was enough to immobilize her.

"Well……"

Lin Zhiyao let out soft breaths as she pushed him away with her hands against his chest.

But her strength was no match for Shen Jin's; it was like an ant trying to shake a tree. Instead, Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his chest, as if she were actively throwing herself into his arms and asking for a kiss.

Beneath her palm was Shen Jin's body temperature and heartbeat, which emanated through her clothes—steady and strong, completely different from her own pounding heartbeat.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to tilt her head back and endure Shen Jin's wanton plunder.