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

"Hoo-hoo—"

Lin Zhiyao was completely overwhelmed by this unfamiliar feeling, her mind went blank except for the immediate sensation.

She slightly parted her lips, her eyes were moist and red, and her breath was fragrant.

Completely unaware of how alluring she looked.

Shen Jin rubbed his fingers together, the thin layer of shimmering light on his fingertips glistening in the candlelight.

He glanced down, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then slowly rubbed his hand against Lin Zhiyao's soft, white belly.

The icy touch made Lin Zhiyao tremble all over, her lower abdomen involuntarily tightened, and tears slid down her cheeks again.

She didn't dare look at him.

Shen Jin's gaze remained fixed on her, never leaving her for a moment.

She's too fair-skinned.

Her skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, almost transparent. Her lower abdomen rose and fell slightly with her breath, and every inch of her skin trembled gently, like a petal caressed by a spring breeze, delicate and beautiful.

Shen Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, his fox-like eyes were deep and as black as ink, he could no longer restrain himself, nor did he want to restrain himself anymore.

He leaned down, cupped the back of Lin Zhiyao's head, and kissed her deeply.

The moment their lips touched, Shen Jin's brow twitched.

So soft.

It was softer than he had imagined.

It's like holding a freshly picked peach blossom in your mouth, warm and tender, carrying the unique sweetness of a young girl.

Even the slightest touch was enough to stir all his nerves and attention.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank after being kissed.

She thought the Immortal Lord was going to do *that*, but she never expected him to kiss her on the lips.

The sensation of our lips touching was unfamiliar and strange.

Lin Zhiyao didn't know what to do. She froze there, forgetting even to breathe.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't even close her eyes, staring blankly at Shen Jin, who had the appearance of an immortal.

Shen Jin's burning gaze could almost scald Lin Zhiyao.

At first, he simply touched his lips to his and rubbed them back and forth, but soon he was no longer satisfied with that.

He tentatively took Lin Zhiyao's soft lips into his mouth.

So soft.

Shen Jin couldn't help but suck on it again.

It's incredibly soft.

He parted his lips slightly and took her pink lips into his mouth, his tongue gently tracing their soft curve.

It has a unique sweetness that comes from Lin Zhiyao herself, like the dew that condenses on flower petals in the morning, clean and refreshing.

It makes you feel hot-headed and addicted.

Lin Zhiyao was breathless from his kisses and pushed him away.

Shen Jin narrowed his fox-like eyes, tightened his grip on the back of her head, and kissed her even more deeply, not allowing her to escape.

Then, he forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, and his tongue probed inside.

Scalding hot.

Lin Zhiyao trembled and let out a muffled sob.

The Immortal Lord's tongue...

This realization made Lin Zhiyao so ashamed that she almost fainted. She tried to hide, but the back of her head was firmly held, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Shen Jin's tongue swept across her palate, tasting a faint sweetness.

It's not only sweet and soft, but also very fragrant.

It's like using aphrodisiacs or love potions.

No matter how much I eat, I can never get enough.

Shen Jin's breathing suddenly became heavier.

He hooked her tongue, held it in his mouth, and sucked on it, not letting go of a single inch.

Lin Zhiyao was so overwhelmed by the kisses that her thoughts were completely jumbled up.

This feeling is so unfamiliar.

His lips were cool, but when they touched her, it felt like they were on fire, burning from her lips all the way to her heart, making her weak all over and even her bones feel like they were melting.

She was extremely flustered and terrified.

She didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to push the immortal away, but her arms wouldn't obey her commands. She wanted to dodge, but her body was too weak to move. The immortal wouldn't allow her to escape even a little.

In the end, all he could do was helplessly clutch Shen Jin's clothes, his knuckles turning white, tearing the expensive fabric—enough to buy a city—into wrinkles.

Shen Jin was completely unaware.

He kissed her deeper and harder, as if he wanted to crush her, dismantle her, and devour her whole.

With his other hand, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening them further and pulling her closer into his embrace.

not enough.

Shen Jin rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his kisses moving from her lips to the corners of her mouth, and from there to her chin...

Finally, it moved back to the lips.

He kept kissing Lin Zhiyao endlessly.

One thrust after another, as if he were addicted.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly with its wings pinned down, so fragile that one wanted to grasp it tightly, yet also to hold it gently.

Shen Jin's kiss gradually became more forceful, with an aggressive intensity that brooked no refusal. His tongue entwined with hers, chasing, entwining, and sucking, making soft, watery sounds.

Lin Zhiyao's face turned bright red.

Her cheeks flushed red all the way to her ears, and from her ears to her neck. A faint pink hue rose on her fair skin, like peach petals scalded by hot water, delicate and alluring.

Lin Zhiyao's breath was gradually stolen.

"Hmm..."

Lin Zhiyao let out a soft moan, her voice as gentle as melting sugar water, which spilled from between their intertwined lips.

Shen Jin paused.

Then the kiss became even more intense.

She was just an ordinary mortal woman, a village woman with no spiritual power, so how could she be so alluring?

It was as if he had been bewitched.

The desire was not only not satisfied, but was instead aroused to be even more intense and fervent...

Shen Jin held her lips in his mouth, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips, licking them, leaving no part untouched.

Lin Zhiyao was kissed so hard she almost suffocated.

She couldn't breathe properly and could only gasp for air in the brief moments when he released her. But before she could catch her breath twice, his lips would press down on her again, giving her almost no room to breathe.

Lin Zhiyao's face slowly turned red.

The fingers gripping Shen Jin's clothes tightened, twisting the poor piece of fabric into a ball.

Shen Jin's rationality was crumbling little by little.

He cultivated the path of ruthlessness for over five hundred years, never having felt desire for anyone, nor ever touching anyone.

He always thought that kissing was just physical contact, boring and superfluous.

But now he realizes he was wrong.

Big mistakes.

How can her lips be so soft, so fragrant, so easy to kiss?

One kiss and you want a second, one kiss and you want a third...

I can never get enough of kissing them, and I can never get tired of tasting them.

Shen Jin gripped her waist, pulling her tightly into his arms as if he wanted to meld her into his bones and flesh, so that she would never be able to leave his side for the rest of her life.

Lin Zhiyao felt suffocated by his grip and pushed against his chest, "Immortal... Immortal Lord..."

That little bit of strength is like tickling an itch.

Shen Jin didn't move an inch, and even tightened his grip, looking down at the weak and vulnerable girl in his arms.

Lin Zhiyao's lips were red and swollen from being kissed, glistening with moisture. They were slightly parted, like a flower bud wet by the rain, pitiful yet alluring.

Her almond-shaped eyes were misty, with tears still clinging to the corners. She was completely dazed from the kiss, staring blankly at him, still not quite coming to her senses.

It's almost too cute.

Shen Jin stared at her for two seconds, his inner fire growing stronger and stronger, like wild grass growing wildly until it reached the sky.

He lowered his head and kissed her even more passionately and excessively, his movements becoming increasingly unrestrained...