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

Shen Jin clenched it in his palm, his fingertips slowly tightening.

He lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily, tucked the pink fabric into the inside pocket of his coat, then opened the door and went back to his room.

The surveillance camera was still lit, but the actual footage was not visible.

Lin Zhiyao must have put her phone in her small handbag or coat pocket; we can only guess what she was doing from the faint sounds she made.

For example, right now, Lin Zhiyao is probably walking on the street, perhaps with her scarf still wrapped around her chin, and her breath is dispersing in the air.

She was on the phone with someone, her voice tinged with laughter. Her voice came through the microphone, sounding muffled, but you could still make out her sweet, soft tone: "--Yes, I'm on my way, I'll be there in about ten minutes."

Shen Jin leaned back in his chair, listening to the sounds coming from the monitor, and then...

…………

He placed his palm on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

His mind went blank from the shock, and gradually, he could no longer hear what Lin Zhiyao was saying.

Only a slight soft tone could be detected.

It still sounds so beautiful.

Shen Jin breathed heavily.

*

At the same time.

Lin Zhiyao was standing at the entrance of a stationery and gift shop, looking at the exhibits in the window alongside her senior.

"What kind of gift do you think would make a guy happy?" Lin Zhiyao tilted her head and tapped her finger lightly on the glass display case. "I have absolutely no experience with this."

Chen Nian chuckled beside her, looking her up and down: "Who's it for? Your boyfriend who takes you to and from school—oh, no, I mean your roommate~"

Lin Zhiyao's face flushed red, and she quickly waved her hand: "No, no, he's just a regular friend. It's just that he's helped me so much, I have to show my appreciation."

"Why are you blushing like this when we're just friends?" Chen Nian bluntly exposed her.

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, but found she couldn't find a rebuttal. She buried her face in her scarf and mumbled, "Then don't laugh at me, just help me choose."

The two walked around the store twice.

Lin Zhiyao picked up and examined several items, including a scarf, a pair of gloves, a thermos, and a well-made leather notebook.

She held up her notebook and asked Chen Nian, "What do you think of this?"

Chen Nian glanced at it, feeling somewhat speechless.

I always get the feeling that an honest person goes all out and takes a gamble, but only manages to get a pittance back.

"It's alright, but it's a bit ordinary. When you're giving him something, you need to know what he likes."

Lin Zhiyao was stunned for a moment.

What does Shen Jin like?

She realized that she really didn't know.

Shen Jin is usually very easygoing. He accepts whatever she cooks or eats, and he has never mentioned what he likes.

"Hmm, he seems to have everything he needs."

Lin Zhiyao said with some distress, while also feeling a little guilty and upset, because she really didn't understand Shen Jin at all.

Chen Nian thought for a moment and said, "How about a fountain pen? Guys can use it for work or signing autographs, and a fountain pen is a gift that's neither too intimate nor too distant. There's also a wide price range, so you can choose one that fits your budget."

Lin Zhiyao's eyes lit up; she thought the suggestion was good.

She found a beautiful fountain pen in the store; the pen body was of good quality and felt substantial in her hand.

Lin Zhiyao flipped the price tag over and hesitated for a moment. The price was much higher than what she would usually spend.

It will cost around two thousand US dollars.

But when she thought about all the things Shen Jin had done for her, from helping her rent a house to picking her up and dropping her off every day, from rushing into the research station that day and punching Harris to exposing him overnight to help her vent her anger.

Lin Zhiyao felt that the price of this fountain pen was not excessive.

"This one will do."

Lin Zhiyao handed the pen to the shop assistant, swiped her card, took the packaged paper bag, and hugged it to her arms.

When I came out of the shop, it was already getting dark, and the streetlights came on, casting a warm yellow light on the unmelted snow.

Lin Zhiyao said goodbye to her senior at the intersection, thanking her for accompanying her shopping today. Then she walked along the street towards the subway station, unable to contain her anticipation for Shen Jin's reaction when he saw her gift.

Just thinking about it made her smile.

Lin Zhiyao hummed a song and took two steps out, then suddenly stopped, took out her phone and glanced at it.

There was no news of Shen Jin.

I'm a little disappointed.

But Lin Zhiyao quickly recovered and sent a message: "I've finished shopping and am about to go back."

Shen Jin was doing something and didn't reply.

Lin Zhiyao waited for a while, but still didn't receive the gift. She put her phone back in her pocket and hugged the gift bag.

My pace was much faster than when I came.

Twenty minutes later.

Lin Zhiyao pushed open the door of the small villa. "I'm back!"

The living room lights were on, but no one was on the sofa.

"Shen Jin?"

Lin Zhiyao changed her shoes and called out into the house again, but there was still no response.

She found it a little strange and glanced into the kitchen. The pots and pans were all stored in the cabinets, and there were no signs of cooking on the countertop.

Not home? That shouldn't be the case.

Lin Zhiyao shuffled upstairs in her slippers.

He thought Shen Jin might be in the study or his room.

When we got to the second-floor corridor...

Suddenly, Lin Zhiyao vaguely heard some sound.

It was a very strange sound.

It's very light; you can barely hear it unless you listen very carefully.

Lin Zhiyao stopped in her tracks, her eyes becoming wary. Had a thief broken into her house?

She listened intently.

The strange noise sounded like suppressed breathing.

Occasionally, there was also a sticky, watery sound mixed in.

The sound came through the door, muffled and indistinct.

The direction seems to be...

Lin Zhiyao stood in the corridor, still holding the gift bag containing the fountain pen.

Their gaze fell on the tightly closed door of Shen Jin's room ahead.

The door wasn't closed completely, leaving a gap about two fingers wide.

Dim light shone through the crack, and Lin Zhiyao heard a very low, hoarse groan coming from inside, as if it were being squeezed out from deep in the throat.

At that moment, Lin Zhiyao involuntarily softened her breathing.

She stood there, her mind going blank, clutching the paper bag in her arms tightly until her fingertips turned white.

The sounds from inside the door paused for a moment, then resumed, accompanied by even more suppressed, hoarse, heavy breathing.

Shen Jin's deep, indistinct voice came through the gap, as if he were muttering something.

"Yaoyao... Yaoyao Yaoyao... so good..."

Lin Zhiyao's feet felt like they were nailed to the floor.

Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. Her whole body was burning hot, and her brain was tingling. She didn't know how to react.