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

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then her eyes crinkled into a smile: "Mr. Shen, you're so kind! You reminded me about the discount on the house yesterday, and today you even showed me the way—"

"It's on my way." Shen Jin put on his coat, pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind swept in. "Let's go."

Lin Zhiyao quickly turned around, grabbed her down jacket, put it on, and went out the door.

A light snow began to fall outside, and the streetlights cast a dim yellow light that made the snowflakes look like scattered gold.

Shen Jin walked half a step ahead of her, at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow, allowing her to follow comfortably.

"There's a supermarket two blocks to the left, it's open until 10 p.m.," Shen Jin said. "Ten minutes to the right, there's a Vietnamese pho shop, the food is alright."

Next, Shen Jin introduced several shops in the vicinity, all of which he had his secretary urgently search for that afternoon.

"Okay, I've got it."

Lin Zhiyao nodded. At this moment, a breeze blew by, and she wrapped her scarf tighter around herself. Her voice was muffled by the fabric, making her already soft voice sound even softer and more delicate, as if she were being coquettish.

Shen Jin paused in his steps.

She followed behind him through the snow, almost bumping into him, but fortunately Shen Jin quickly resumed walking.

The two chatted happily on the way.

The snow wasn't heavy; it melted quickly when it landed on her hair, and Lin Zhiyao's breath dispersed into small wisps under the streetlights.

"What do you want to eat?" Shen Jin asked, turning his head to her.

"Vietnamese pho sounds good, it's warming," Lin Zhiyao said. "When it's cold, I want to eat something hot."

Shen Jin hummed in agreement and led her to turn right.

There weren't many people on the street, and most of the shops along the street had their lights on, with Christmas decorations displayed in their windows.

Lin Zhiyao took a few steps, then suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Shen, what's your major?"

"Body intelligence," Shen Jin replied briefly.

"That's amazing!" Lin Zhiyao said sincerely. "The field of artificial intelligence is definitely going to have a major explosion in the future."

Shen Jin didn't reply, but just glanced at her. The light from the streetlamp fell on his eyebrows and eyes, making his expression indistinct.

Lin Zhiyao felt that he seemed to smile, but then again, she felt that he didn't.

The two walked side by side for a while. The sign of the Vietnamese noodle shop was lit up with a warm orange light. The shop was not big, but it was exquisitely decorated and the tables were very clean.

Shen Jin pushed open the door and let Lin Zhiyao go in first.

Steam and the aroma of soup noodles wafted out together.

Lin Zhiyao sat down by the window, rubbed her reddened fingers, and took the menu from the waiter to look through it carefully.

Shen Jin sat down opposite her, not looking at the menu, his gaze fixed on her lowered eyelashes.

She was frowning slightly as she looked at the densely packed options on the menu, her lips silently murmuring something, seemingly struggling to make a choice.

"The signature beef noodles will do," Shen Jin said. "You can't go wrong ordering this the first time you come."

This was naturally a strategy suggested by the secretary.

He doesn't usually patronize these kinds of small restaurants.

The main problem is that it's too high in carbohydrates and unhealthy.

Lin Zhiyao looked up, as if relieved, "Okay, then this one."

She closed the menu, smiled at Shen Jin, and said, "Mr. Shen is very experienced."

Shen Jin picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip: "I've only been here a few times."

While waiting for her food, Lin Zhiyao couldn't help but talk about her exchange program again. She said that the professor seemed very strict and the people in her group were all very capable. She was a little nervous but also quite looking forward to it. She also asked about things at school, mainly about the library and the cafeteria.

Her eyes lit up as she spoke, and her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

Shen Jin leaned back in his chair, occasionally responding with a word or two, and listened to her talk for a while until two steaming bowls of rice noodles were served.

"Let's eat first," Shen Jin said, pouring Lin Zhiyao a glass of water. "The food will get cold if we don't eat soon."

Lin Zhiyao almost considered Shen Jin a close friend, but upon hearing this, she barely managed to stop talking.

She bent down, picked up her chopsticks, took a mouthful of rice noodles, blew on it, put it in her mouth, and gasped because it was so hot. Then she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"It's delicious," Lin Zhiyao mumbled.

Shen Jin looked at her chubby cheeks and only ate a little bit of what was in her bowl as a symbolic gesture.

The snow was still falling outside the window, and cars occasionally drove by on the street, their headlights sweeping across the table before moving away.

The room was warm, and steam rose from the soup bowl. The girl across from me was eating very seriously. Her eyelashes were damp with moisture, and tiny beads of sweat, like pearls, appeared on the tip of her nose.

Seemingly having been accidentally burned, she took a soft breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

Before Lin Zhiyao noticed anything amiss, Shen Jin put down his chopsticks, his eyes deep and fixed on her, then looked away before she could sense anything was wrong.

Lin Zhiyao had a very pleasant evening.

After returning home, she thanked Shen Jin repeatedly before going back to her room.

Lin Zhiyao took a shower, changed into a nightgown, and lay back in bed. She wanted to read some more literature, but for some reason, she was particularly sleepy tonight and soon her eyelids drooped and she fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to her, shortly after she fell asleep, the door opened a crack, and a tall figure walked in openly as if he owned the place.

The figure watched her silently in the darkness for a while, then climbed onto the bed, lay down beside her, and then...

Soon after, suppressed breathing and muffled groans could be heard.

A while later.

Lin Zhiyao's white nightgown was pushed up to her lower abdomen.

………………

The next morning.

When Lin Zhiyao woke up, she didn't know if it was because the underfloor heating was on too high or the radiator was set too high.

I always feel inexplicably sticky and hot all over, and I feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

She wandered into the bathroom in a daze, intending to take another shower, but as soon as she took off half of her pajamas, her gaze suddenly fell upon a large patch of skin on her thigh that had an inexplicable pinkish hue, clearly different from the rest of her body.

"what?"

Lin Zhiyao gently touched it with her finger; the pinkish skin was hot and slightly stinging. "Mmm..."

She was afraid of pain and couldn't bear even the slightest pain; a thin layer of mist instantly appeared in her almond-shaped eyes.

What's wrong?

Could it be an allergic reaction? That's so strange...

She had never had allergies before. Could it be that she came to the United States and encountered some new allergens that she was unaware of?

It could also be due to acclimatization issues.

Thinking this to herself, Lin Zhiyao suppressed the strange feeling, took a shower, changed into her home clothes, and went downstairs, only to find Shen Jin already sitting downstairs again.

For some reason, upon seeing Shen Jin, Lin Zhiyao's thighs trembled involuntarily, and she hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should go down.

Shen Jin saw her first, and seemed to smile slightly as he greeted her, "Good morning."