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

Xiao Zhou was very sensible and didn't come down.

They might already be asleep.

I wonder if he heard anything...

The thought of being overheard made Lin Zhiyao feel incredibly embarrassed, and her toes curled up tightly.

That's all for today.

Shen Jin stood up from behind her and walked towards the stairs. "The room is on the second floor, the first one on the left. Xiao Zhou has put your luggage in. Take a shower and go to bed early later."

He waited for a while, and when he saw that Lin Zhiyao hadn't followed, he looked at her with some confusion.

Lin Zhiyao licked her lips and spoke, her voice a little hoarse, "I'll go upstairs in a bit and get a glass of water first."

Shen Jin stopped and waited for her, so Lin Zhiyao quickly added, "Teacher Shen, you can go up first."

Shen Jin gave her a deep look, said nothing more, and continued walking up the stairs.

Lin Zhiyao slowly sat up straight, straightened her clothes, and her legs were still a little weak when she stood up.

She glanced down at her knees, which were red from being rubbed raw by the slightly rough fabric of the sofa, but thankfully the skin wasn't broken.

"Teacher Shen."

Lin Zhiyao called out to him.

Shen Jin stopped on the stairs and looked back at her.

"Thank you," Lin Zhiyao said.

Shen Jin looked into her eyes but didn't ask her what she was thanking him for.

"You're welcome," Shen Jin said, turning around and continuing upstairs. "After all, I didn't help you for nothing."

Lin Zhiyao stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

She lowered her head, looked at her still trembling hands, and slowly clenched them into fists.

Then loosen it.

Lin Zhiyao walked to the window and looked at the snow falling all around her.

The fine snow fell silently onto the glass, turning into droplets of water that slid down the glass.

She felt her face flush as she recalled a similar scene she had just experienced. But it quickly returned to its previous paleness.

Lin Zhiyao pressed her forehead against the cold glass and closed her eyes.

Just treat it as a business trip.

One month.

It will be over after this month.

Shen Jin was probably just acting on a whim; he'll likely get tired of it by the time he returns to China.

She will be free again.

It's just Mom's medicine...

Lin Zhiyao, pale-faced, pursed her lips and decided to contact the head of a fan club who had wanted to buy her exclusive rights.

She had previously declined the offer because the workload was too heavy, requiring at least ten hours a day to complete the tasks, and she could afford the expenses for the time being.

But after returning to China...

Perhaps I have no choice but to agree.

*

For the next few days, Xiao Zhou seemed to have vanished into thin air.

He would occasionally appear, but would disappear after delivering the food, not daring to give Lin Zhiyao even a second glance.

Lin Zhiyao even suspected that he might have been sent away by Shen Jin, or that he was simply deliberately hiding.

Most of the time, it was just her and Shen Jin in the villa.

Shen Jin would practice with her every day, one session in the morning, one session in the afternoon, and occasionally extra practice sessions in the evening.

Sometimes he would knock on the door in the living room, sometimes in the study, and sometimes even right after she had taken a shower and her hair was still wet.

One day, Lin Zhiyao came down from the second floor after taking a shower. When she reached the corner of the stairs, she was blocked by Shen Jin who was coming upstairs. He pressed her against the wall and kissed her for more than ten minutes. After the kiss, he continued to go upstairs to read the script as if nothing had happened.

Lin Zhiyao was stiff all over at the beginning, and she remained stiff until later.

The afternoon of the fourth day.

Shen Jin came downstairs with several folded pieces of fabric in his hand and threw them onto the sofa.

Pick one.

Lin Zhiyao glanced at it and her face flushed red.

It's a swimsuit.

Several sets were neatly arranged on the coffee table, each with a different color and style.

She reached out and flipped it over, her face immediately turning even redder.

The first outfit was a white bikini with very little fabric, and the straps of the briefs were so thin they looked like they might break at any moment.

The second outfit was black, with a few centimeters more fabric, but it had a large hole in the chest, so wearing it was almost the same as not wearing anything at all.

The third outfit is light pink, a strapless style with sparkling rhinestones hanging in the middle, and thong bottoms.

Every single outfit is very revealing.

Lin Zhiyao blushed and flipped to the last item.

I finally found something that's somewhat presentable.

The swimsuit was a deep blue one-piece design, but the back was open with a large cutout that ran from the shoulder blades all the way to the waist. The sides were also open, connected only by a few thin straps.

This is already the most conservative estimate.

But she was already so exposed that she dared not look in the mirror.

Lin Zhiyao picked up the dark blue one and said in a voice so soft it was barely audible, "This one, please."

Shen Jin glanced at it, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Good taste."

Lin Zhiyao didn't know if he was praising the swimsuit or something else. She lowered her head, folded the swimsuit neatly, and hugged it to her chest, her ear tips so red they could bleed.

"Go change, and then head straight to the hot springs."

Shen Jin raised his chin.

Lin Zhiyao carried her swimsuit upstairs, closed the door, and lingered for almost twenty minutes before coming out.

When she came out, she was wrapped up tightly in her bathrobe, with the belt tied twice around her waist, as if she wanted to wrap herself up like a mummy.

The moment I pushed open the door, the steam from the hot spring hit me, blurring my vision.

Shen Jin was already in the backyard.

The hot spring in the backyard wasn't very large; it was square and built with black stones, with white steam rising from the surface. Thick snow covered the surrounding area, and the distant coniferous forests were covered in frost.

The rising heat shrouded the snowy landscape in a layer of mist.

Shen Jin had already entered the water and was leaning against the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched and resting on the stone rim.

He was shirtless.

The mist blurred his outline, but Lin Zhiyao could still see the muscle lines of his chest and abdomen, his V-line faintly visible, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the water pooling in his collarbone hollow.

Water droplets rolled down the curve of the pectoral muscles.

Vibrant and fragrant.

Lin Zhiyao stood in front of the glass door, wrapped tightly in a bath towel, not daring to go over.

Shen Jin turned his head to look at her, his gaze moving from her face to her fingers clenching the towel, then back to her eyes. "Come here."

Lin Zhiyao took a deep breath and walked over through the snow.

"Take off your bathrobe."

Lin Zhiyao gripped the collar of her bathrobe and didn't move.

"Get down." Shen Jin's eyes were deep. "You'll have to take it off sooner or later."

Lin Zhiyao paused slightly, then turned around, turned her back to Shen Jin, took off her bathrobe, and draped it over the rack next to her.

Shen Jin stared at her intently, his pupils shimmering with an intense, dark black hue amidst the steam.

Lin Zhiyao clutched her chest; the dark blue fabric clung to her body, making her skin appear even whiter, almost transparent.

The open back reveals a large area of ​​shoulder blades, and the thin straps on the sides of the waist accentuate the waist's slenderness.

The swimsuit was well-tailored; although there was a fair amount of fabric at the chest, the support was surprisingly good, and there was an amazing curve below the collarbone.

Lin Zhiyao felt that burning gaze, and her toes curled up shyly. Without turning her head, she quickly walked towards the hot spring.

She shivered when her toes touched the hot spring water, and slowly walked down, the water covering her calves, knees, and thighs.

Lin Zhiyao squatted down, letting the water rise to her chest, obscuring most of her figure, her face as red as a boiled shrimp.

Opposite her, Shen Jin leaned against the hot spring, his arms resting on the stone edge, his gaze undisguisedly fixed on Lin Zhiyao.

I slowly scanned it from top to bottom.

"Why are you so far away? Are you afraid I'll eat you?" Shen Jin's voice was a little lower than usual.

Lin Zhiyao walked over hesitantly, her steps slow and infrequent as the water grew deeper. When she reached Shen Jin, she stopped, too afraid to go any further.

Shen Jin reached out, grasped her wrist, and pulled her closer.

Lin Zhiyao fell into his arms, her hands braced against his chest, her palms against his burning skin and hard muscles.

She panicked and tried to back away, but Shen Jin's hand had already gripped her waist.

The swimsuit had cutouts at the waist, and his fingers pressed directly against her bare skin, his palms burning hot, as if he wanted to brand her waist.

The two bodies were pressed together through the soaked fabric. The hot spring water was slippery, and the touch of skin against skin was quite strange.

Shen Jin's gaze fell on her, lingered for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyelashes were glistening with moisture. "Nervous?"

Lin Zhiyao nodded.

"What's there to be nervous about?"

She couldn't bring herself to say it.

Shen Jin didn't ask any more questions. He held her waist with one hand and raised the other, his fingertips slowly tracing along Lin Zhiyao's collarbone from left to right. The movement was very slow, and his fingertips brought up a string of water droplets.