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

Lin Zhiyao looked on in astonishment, staring incredulously at the scene before her. She immediately lowered her head, her face burning, and her eyelashes trembling even more violently.

Why would an immortal lord do this?

She couldn't understand it, and found it hard to comprehend.

Shen Jin did not answer her question directly. Instead, he bent down, reached out and pinched Lin Zhiyao's chin, lifting her face up.

His fingertips caressed her tear-stained skin, the movement even described as gentle.

But for some reason, Lin Zhiyao was so provoked that she shivered.

"Do you know how many people would kill to get into my Cangwu Mountain?" Shen Jin said slowly.

Lin Zhiyao stared at him blankly, tears still clinging to her eyelashes, teetering on the verge of falling, wondering why the immortal had suddenly said these things.

Shen Jin continued, "Those rogue cultivators down the mountain would kneel outside the mountain gate for three years just to get a spot to enter the mountain for cultivation. Even if you want to be a servant who sweeps and cleans in my immortal abode, you have to pass three tests first and then wait in line for five years."

He paused, then gently brushed his thumb across Lin Zhiyao's lips.

"So, even if you ask me for help, you have to wait in line."

Lin Zhiyao's pupils trembled slightly.

She didn't understand what "freelance cultivator" or "assessment" meant, but she understood the meaning of the last sentence: she didn't even have the right to ask for it.

Lin Zhiyao's delicate body trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered violently, and she weakly released her fingers from Shen Jinyi's clothes.

What should she do?

Shen Jin grabbed her slender wrist and gently stroked the delicate veins winding along the center of her wrist with his fingertips. The touch seemed to ignite a spark, burning her heart and causing Lin Zhiyao's body to tremble instinctively.

Lin Zhiyao was unaware that her words were tantamount to offering up her vulnerability.

Shen Jin looked down at her, his thumb gently tracing the delicate pulse in her wrist, feeling the fine tremor travel up his fingertips, and slowly asked, "You want to see your sister?"

Lin Zhiyao suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope igniting in her teary almond-shaped eyes, and nodded repeatedly.

Shen Jin's thin lips curved slightly. "Okay. As long as you accompany me once, I'll let you see her."

As he spoke, his fingertips gradually traced a path from her wrist down to her collarbone, and finally, gently touched her heart.

The implication is self-evident.

Lin Zhiyao was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at Shen Jin, his fox-like eyes devoid of any hint of jest, cold, serious, and even carrying a sense of entitlement.

Lin Zhiyao was terrified. She never expected that the Immortal Lord would leave her here for such a reason.

But why her?

Lin Zhiyao bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.

"But...but I don't want to..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled, her pink lips, as white as peach petals, trembled from biting them, "This humble woman is just an ordinary village woman, unfit to serve the immortal lord..."

Shen Jin leaned down, his nose almost touching her forehead.

"You don't want to? What about your sister? Aren't you afraid she'll be alone at home, afraid she'll fall off the bed and no one will catch her? Aren't you even more afraid that she won't have anyone to take care of her, that she won't even have water or food?"

Shen Jin's voice was very soft, but to Lin Zhiyao, his words sounded as terrifying as a demon.

Lin Zhiyao froze, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shen Jin straightened up and said calmly, "Now, every moment you hesitate, she will be hungrier."

Tears finally rolled down Lin Zhiyao's cheeks.

She bit her lower lip, desperately trying to hold back her tears, but her shoulders were shaking violently.

Have you made up your mind?

Through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, Lin Zhiyao looked at Shen Jin's face, which was as cold as if it were carved from ice and snow, and her heart sank inch by inch.

She had no choice.

Shen Jin didn't say anything more, he just stretched out his hand.

Lin Zhiyao looked at that hand with distinct knuckles, its nails round and clean, and the fingertips gleaming with a cold jade-like luster.

She closed her eyes and tremblingly placed her hand on it.

Shen Jin scooped Lin Zhiyao into his arms and carried her horizontally.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled violently, her hands clenched into fists and pressed against his chest, her whole body stiff as an ice sculpture.

I don't know what I'll be facing.

Shen Jin looked down at her resolute expression and smiled almost imperceptibly as he strode toward the bed.

The warm jade exudes a gentle warmth, and the curtains hang low.

Lin Zhiyao was placed on a soft brocade quilt, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

She dared not open her eyes, dared not move, and even her breathing was cautious, like a rabbit with its throat gripped by tigers and wolves.

Shen Jin didn't rush to do anything.

He lay on his side beside her, propping his head up with one hand, looking down at her.

His gaze slid from her trembling eyelashes, past the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, and landed on her lower lip, which was slightly swollen from being bitten.

Shen Jin reached out and gently stroked her lips with his fingertips.

"Don't be afraid."

The voice was deep, as if soothing or coaxing.

Lin Zhiyao opened her eyes, looking at him with teary eyes, her eyes red and pitiful.

Shen Jin's fingers slid down her chin, untied her belt, and peeled away the layers of her lotus-colored gown.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip, not daring to resist.

When the last piece of her undergarment was removed, she finally couldn't help but raise her hand to cover herself, but Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head.

"Don't move."

Shen Jin's gaze fell on her.

Fair-skinned and slender, like a crabapple blossom broken by wind and rain.

He reached out, his fingertips tracing down her collarbone, along the soft curve of her skin, her flat stomach, finally stopping at ( ).

Lin Zhiyao trembled and instinctively closed her eyes.

Without a word, Shen Jin used his knee to pry open her legs, his long fingers...

Lin Zhiyao let out a soft sob, tears sliding down her cheeks.

No one had ever touched her there, not even herself.

The unfamiliar feeling was like a lightning bolt, exploding from that small point and shooting up her spine throughout her body, making her almost jump out of Shen Jin's arms. She trembled all over, and a thin layer of pink rose on her fair skin, making her look as beautiful as a peach blossom in bloom.

This scene is truly beautiful.

Shen Jin lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on her pretty face as she slumped in his arms, her cheeks gradually flushing with a beautiful blush.

A thin bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

His movements became increasingly reckless and lacked restraint.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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