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

Shen Jin stared at his phone screen as the video of Lin Zhiyao with her lips slightly parted and her eyes red and moist played on repeat.

The water glistens.

He never tired of her soft, gentle humming.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and his knuckles turned white from the effort, but his knuckles remained pink.

On the low cabinet in the entryway, a beige scarf lay quietly, left behind by Lin Zhiyao when she hurriedly ran away.

Shen Jin walked over and picked it up.

It feels very soft to the touch, it's knitted, not an expensive item, and the edges are even a little pilled.

He wouldn't even glance at it normally.

But at this moment, Shen Jin brought it to his nose, almost burying his entire face in it, and then took a deep, long sniff, filling his nostrils and lungs with the scent of the scarf.

is sweet.

It smelled very faintly, like the cheap shampoo she usually used mixed with her own body scent.

That was the unique scent that belonged to Lin Zhiyao.

Like freshly baked marshmallows, warm and soft, with sticky sugar strands that you can pull out, and a hint of milky aroma that makes your pants feel tight.

It's so tight it hurts.

Shen Jin's fingers tightened suddenly around the scarf, and the veins on the back of his hand stood out.

He looked down at himself.

I closed my eyes, but couldn't resist.

Shen Jin exhaled and used his palm.

………………

not enough.

Shen Jin grabbed the scarf again, rolled it up in his palm, and felt the soft texture of the scarf rub against his sensitive skin.

Thinking of this place fills me with Lin Zhiyao's presence.

Shen Jin felt a tingling sensation in his lower back, leaned back in his chair, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

………………

Shen Jin let out a muffled groan.

When he closed his eyes, all he could think about was Lin Zhiyao.

The way she was pinned against the wall by him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her whole body hanging on him.

She was breathless from his kisses, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, soft moans escaping her throat, her face flushed, and her voice as soft as if she had a piece of unmelted candy in her mouth.

accelerate.

The sweet scent on the scarf seemed like a death knell.

His breathing grew heavier, and low gasps escaped his throat.

The last image in his mind was of Lin Zhiyao, her eyes glazed over and her lips swollen and red, after he kissed her.

Shen Jin let out another muffled groan, his waist suddenly tensing up.

re.lease.

………………

The off-white scarf, which originally belonged to Lin Zhiyao, was now covered up.

Shen Jin was panting heavily, his forehead slumped against the back of the sofa, his scarf crumpled in his hand, and his loose hair, soaked with sweat, hung down, covering half of his eyes.

He glanced down at the scarf in his hand; it was crumpled and covered in his stains.

Shen Jin stared at it for a few seconds, but neither threw it nor loosened his grip.

He put the scarf aside, took out a few tissues to wipe himself quickly, tidied himself up, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and savored the afterglow.

After about ten minutes, my breathing finally calmed down.

Shen Jin opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and opened Xiao Zhou's chat window.

Shen Jin: "Didn't you say yesterday that Lin Zhiyao bought chemotherapy drugs for her mother?"

Xiao Zhou replied immediately: "Yes, Brother Shen, it's the Municipal People's Hospital."

Shen Jin: "Go and find out what medicine Lin Zhiyao's mother is currently taking and what her treatment plan is."

Xiao Zhou: "Understood, what do I need to do?"

Shen Jin typed a few words, then deleted them and typed them again.

I didn't want to do this.

But there was nothing they could do; the little girl wasn't buying into the gradual approach and still wanted to run away.

Shen Jin: "Find the attending physician and ask him to change the treatment plan. Change it to all the imported targeted drugs that can be used, the kind that can't be covered by medical insurance."

The other side remained silent for a few seconds.

Xiao Zhou: "Understood."

Shen Jin placed his phone face down on the table, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

The little girl wanted to run away.

Then we'll make sure she can't escape.

*

the other side.

Lin Zhiyao sat on the subway home, her head resting against the window. The glass was cold and pressed against her temples. A buzzing vibration came from the tracks, making half of her face numb.

My lips are still swollen.

She licked her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and tasted a faint metallic flavor; blood was still seeping from the wound.

Her mind was a jumbled mess. One moment she saw Shen Jin pressing her down on the sofa and kissing her, the next she was replaying the video of herself being kissed all over, and then she saw Shen Jin's calm tone when he said "See you tomorrow."

Didn't we say it was over?

Why do we have to meet again tomorrow?

Lin Zhiyao wanted to bury her face in her scarf, but then she froze.

Where's the scarf?

She rummaged through her bag, then rummaged through it again, but found nothing.

I checked my body all over, but there was nothing there.

It's in Shen Jin's room.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, hesitating whether to go back and get it, but after thinking about it, she decided against it.

It's just a scarf, nothing valuable. Let's talk about it when we get to the set tomorrow. Maybe Shen Jin has already thrown it away as trash.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

She took it out and saw that it was a call from the hospital.

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly answered the call.

"Feed? Dr. Chen?"

"Ms. Lin, your mother's treatment plan may need to be adjusted." Dr. Chen's voice on the other end of the phone was a little muffled, as if he was choosing his words carefully. "Several medications are not working very well, and we suggest switching to imported targeted drugs."

Lin Zhiyao gripped her phone tightly. "Dr. Chen, didn't you say the original treatment plan was quite effective?"

"Yes, but... the latest test results show that several indicators have fluctuated. Changing the approach would be more prudent."

Lin Zhiyao pursed her lips. "How much will the new plan cost?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"That's right. Some targeted therapies are imported and not yet covered by medical insurance, so the cost will be higher."

"How many?"

"Conservatively estimated, including the portion reimbursed by medical insurance, it would be around eight or nine thousand a month, close to ten thousand."

Lin Zhiyao felt that the air in the subway suddenly became very thin.

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling, "Before...didn't it only cost three or four thousand a month?"

"Yes, but the new plan will indeed be more expensive. Of course, you can also choose to continue with the original plan, but the results may be less effective—"

"Use the new plan." Lin Zhiyao interrupted him, her voice trembling slightly. "Dr. Chen, use the new plan."

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements now."

The phone hangs up.

Lin Zhiyao held her phone, staring at the words "Call Ended" on the screen, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Nearly 10,000 a month.

Her internship salary was 3,500 yuan a month. With the additional photo editing work she did, she could earn an extra 2,000 to 3,000 yuan a month on good days, and just over 1,000 yuan on bad days.

All told, I earn less than 6,000 a month.

With rent, living expenses, nutrition expenses, and the previous monthly medical expenses of three to four thousand yuan, her mother was already living a very tight life.

The cost of medicine has now doubled.

Where can I find 10,000 yuan?

But she only has one mother, and even if she has to sell her blood... she wants her mother to receive the best treatment.