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

(**) See the paragraph comments for details.

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"Lord Shen..."

Lin Zhiyao looked at the copper bell that made a pleasant sound when she touched it with some fear.

After trying on those new clothes and items, she couldn't get up for more than half a day.

This thing looks ordinary now.

But there must be more to it than meets the eye.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his large hand caressing her soft cheek. "Don't worry, Yao Yao, you can stay here."

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"Lord Shen...you, how could you...it's all over there...it's all over there..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled so badly that she couldn't utter the rest of her words, her face pale with shock.

She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even finish her sentence, her almond-shaped eyes red and moist as she looked down.

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Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled wildly as her gaze met Shen Jin's suddenly raised eyes. His fox-like eyes held a nonchalant expression, a half-smile playing on his lips.

(**2)

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Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, turned her face away, her ears burning red. The words "nonsense" were stuck in her throat, and before she could say them, Shen Jin chuckled softly, forcing her to stop talking.

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"(**3)"

Lin Zhiyao sobbed.

Shen Jin ignored him.

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Shen Jin looked up at him, his crimson lips even more lustrous, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he chuckled softly... (**4)

Lin Zhiyao was stunned by his words, her face burning as if it were about to smoke. She turned her head away, not daring to look at him, and felt it was utterly absurd. Before she could even speak...

Shen Jin again.

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"Lord Shen..."

Lin Zhiyao reached out to push Shen Jin's forehead with her soft hand, but her wrist had barely touched the edge of his hair ornament when he turned his head away, and her fingertips missed their target.

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[8 words omitted here]

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Lin Zhiyao collapsed onto the mattress, unable to even grip the blanket with her fingers.

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A night of unbridled pleasure.

Another day passed in this way, with Shen Jin coming up with all sorts of tricks. Occasionally, he would take her out to eat—of course, he would be naked and clinging to her the whole time, making it so that she couldn't even eat properly.

What made Lin Zhiyao even more ashamed was that she was still eating, while Shen Jin was never idle.

Lin Zhiyao: "..."

They did this even during meals, not to mention the rest of the time, spending their time together in bed, deeply in love.

It wasn't until night fell again, and after an unknown amount of time, that it gradually subsided.

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Prosperity, Democracy, Civility, and Harmony

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"Go to sleep."

Shen Jin said, his voice even softer than before, with an eerie gentleness, "This morning I sent someone to the clinic to tell him that you are alright."

Lin Zhiyao didn't respond. She was too tired. Her eyelids were heavy and her breathing gradually became steady.

Only her eyelashes were still trembling very slightly, as if she were still uneasy about something even in her dream.

Shen Jin sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, so long that the lantern under the corridor was replaced.

He didn't light any new candles, but just sat in the shadows, his fox-like eyes half-closed, his gaze fixed on Lin Zhiyao's peaceful sleeping face.

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the corner of her slightly reddened eyes, as if wiping away the last tear that was about to fall.

"Yaoyao..."

Shen Jin's voice was extremely low, so low it sounded like he was talking to himself, "From now on, don't run away anymore."

He didn't receive a reply.

Lin Zhiyao was lost in a deep, sweet dream, her breath shallow and long, her brows slightly furrowed, as if the dream itself was not peaceful.

Shen Jin did not leave.

He leaned against the carved curtains at the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and then, as if he had thought of something, suddenly opened them.

"Someone, prepare pen and ink for me and bring them in."

Shen Jin gazed intently at Lin Zhiyao's exhausted sleeping face, anticipating her reaction the next morning when she saw the scene.