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

Shen Jin's kisses moved from the corner of his lips to the side of his neck, lingering on his collarbone. His teeth gently bit that delicate skin, leaving faint red marks.

His hand ( )

Lin Zhiyao sobbed and tried to grab his collar, but he grabbed her fingers and pressed them against the glass.

"Look outside," Shen Jin whispered in her ear, his breath hot. "Is the fountain beautiful?"

Lin Zhiyao was forced to tilt her head back, her gaze unfocused as she looked out the window.

The fountain's water jets drew arcs in the sunlight, splashing droplets. Her vision was filled with shimmering spots of light and mist, even blurring Shen Jin's face in the glass reflection.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but he silenced her with a kiss.

Time spent in front of the floor-to-ceiling window feels long and tedious.

Shen Jin seemed to be intentionally trying to make her remember this scene, always stopping at the last moment to torment her repeatedly.

Lin Zhiyao's knees went weak, and she slid down, but he grabbed her from behind and lifted her up by the waist.

"Baby, why is it so soft?"

Shen Jin's lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and husky, his grey eyes burning with desire, "Do you want me to hold you in my arms?"

Lin Zhiyao's back stiffened instantly, her fingers gripping his shirt collar tightly.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, kissing away the tears welling up in her eyes, but his movements didn't slow down at all.

The fountain outside the window was still gushing, the sound of the water masking the faint sobs inside. The sunlight gradually slanted westward, casting long shadows of the two people, overlapping and projecting onto the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Zhiyao finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed into Shen Jin's arms, her chest heaving violently, her eyes red and wet, and her lips glistening.

Shen Jin held her tightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breathing equally disordered. He stared at her for a long time, a dark desire surging in his gray eyes, before suddenly picking her up in his arms.

"It's not over yet."

Shen Jin carried her through the restaurant and up the stairs, his steps quick and steady.

He kicked open the door to the master bedroom on the second floor and threw Lin Zhiyao onto the large bed. The silk quilt softly supported her body, as if she were falling into a cloud.

Before she could even catch her breath, Shen Jin had already pressed down on her, his knees forcing her legs apart.

"Shen Jin..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled, and it sounded like she was about to cry.

"Baby, you did a great job. I love it when you call me by my name like that." Shen Jin leaned down, his lips brushing against her hot breath. "Like last night."

"Waaah... Shen Jin... I... I'm scared..."

Lin Zhiyao called out again, her voice soft at the end, like a cat's claws scratching at the heart.

"Don't be afraid."

Shen Jin's eyes darkened completely.

The thin, gauze-like fabric was roughly torn open, and the sound of the fabric tearing was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Lin Zhiyao's eyes widened in surprise, but he held her chin and kissed her even deeper, swallowing all her voice.

The air purifier by the bedside was still humming, blowing out fragrant air.

"Baby, you have to look at me." Shen Jin grabbed her chin, forcing her to open her eyes. "Don't close your eyes."

Lin Zhiyao was forced to look at him. His light gray eyes were so close, unfathomable, and filled with emotions she couldn't understand.

They were so close that Lin Zhiyao could see her reflection in his pupils. Her face was flushed, her eyes were wet, and her lips were swollen from being bitten. She looked disheveled and pitiful.

Shen Jin stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit her neck, the force just right, leaving an ambiguous red mark.

He gripped her waist, turned her over, and covered her from behind, kissing her down her spine with his lips.

"Shen Jin..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice was choked with sobs, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly, the silk fabric crumpled in her palm.

"Baby, I'm here."

Shen Jin's voice was hoarse beyond recognition. He held her ten fingers in his palm, their fingers intertwined. "Call my name, say it again."

"Shen Jin... Shen Jin..."

With each cry from Lin Zhiyao, his movements became more ferocious.

Her vision gradually blurred as she gazed at the darkening sky outside the window. Her consciousness felt like a small boat adrift in raging waves, clinging tightly to the only piece of driftwood beneath her.

Shen Jin covered her eyes with his cold palm, his voice low and husky: "Baby, you've done very well. Now it's time to feel me..."

The moment darkness descends, all sensations are magnified infinitely.

Lin Zhiyao could feel his cold lips on her sweaty back, could feel the force of his hands gripping her waist as if he wanted to break her, could feel...

A strange, decadent sweet fragrance permeated the space between them, like a strong floral scent or a sweet apricot rinsed in cold water, making them dizzy.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Zhiyao finally couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto the bed, unable to even lift a finger.

Shen Jin pulled her into his arms from behind, his arms around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, his breathing gradually calming down.

His fingers entwined around her long hair, wrapping it in circles.

He placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Baby, please don't leave me. I'll always be good to you, baby, Yao Yao, my darling..."

Lin Zhiyao responded groggily, her eyelids too heavy to open.

Beneath her was the soft touch of silk bedding, and in front of her was Shen Jin's warm chest. A contradictory yet strange sense of security enveloped her, and her consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

Outside the window, the last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, and dusk settled in.

The fountain continued to gush tirelessly, its gentle murmur drowning out all other sounds inside the villa.

The zombies in the distance let out low growls, but none of them dared to approach the area.

Shen Jin looked down at the person who was already fast asleep in his arms, his fingertips gently tracing the outline of her eyebrows and eyes, from the center of her brows to the tip of her nose, and then to her slightly swollen lips.

His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing her dream, but the possessiveness in his gray eyes was so intense that it was impossible to ignore.

"Yaoyao, stay with me forever."

Shen Jin said in a low, hoarse voice, as if confirming something, or as if asserting his ownership, "You belong to me..."

He tightened his arms, pulled Lin Zhiyao closer to his chest, and closed his eyes.

As night deepened, moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a silvery glow on the two figures sleeping in each other's arms.