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

Shen Jin was calling her name.

Lin Zhiyao stood in the corridor, unsure whether to go in or back.

She felt inexplicably thirsty and restless, as if time had frozen her in place.

What is Shen Jin doing in there?

Unaware of what was happening, Lin Zhiyao slightly parted her red lips, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just swallowed, trying to relieve the strange dryness and itchiness that had inexplicably risen in her throat.

However, it had little effect, and she felt her throat was even itchier.

Not only that, but perhaps because she had been standing for a long time, Lin Zhiyao even felt her feet starting to go numb.

Lin Zhiyao's head was buzzing, and she had a vague guess in her mind, but she had too little experience in this area. The only ones she had ever seen were those illegal pop-up ads, which made her blush and quickly close them just by looking at them. So she couldn't be sure.

Moreover, she couldn't imagine Shen Jin doing something like this in private at all. It just didn't seem like a good match for him...

Just when Lin Zhiyao felt at a loss.

For some reason, perhaps due to over-lubrication of the door bearings, the door opened slightly again.

Now Lin Zhiyao saw things clearly.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes widened.

She saw that Shen Jin's palm was wrapped in a pink cloth, his movements hidden in the dim light.

But the piece of cloth was held tightly between his fingers.

He had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his jawline was taut, and his Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically.

Lin Zhiyao's already flushed face instantly turned bright red, her heart filled with shock.

Oh my god! So Shen Jin really was doing that kind of thing.

And she just happened to see it...

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes fluttered violently, and her eyes were practically filled with the dizzying scent of mosquito coils.

But the next second, something even more shocking happened.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly realized that the pink fabric looked somewhat familiar...

Wait, how come he's using her things...?

Lin Zhiyao was incredulous, her mind a complete mess, and she instinctively turned and ran.

But after running a few steps, her slippers made a pattering sound on the floor.

Lin Zhiyao's heart skipped a beat again, thinking to herself, "Oh no, Shen Jin must have noticed such a commotion."

really.

The sounds in Shen Jin's room stopped.

A moment later, there was a slight rustling sound of fabric, followed by Shen Jin's hoarse voice, clearly tinged with desire.

"...Yaoyao?"

Footsteps approached the door, and Shen Jin's voice came through the crack, lower than before: "Yao Yao, is that you back?"

The footsteps stopped by the door, as if they were about to push it open any second. The soft creak of the door being pushed was particularly noticeable in the quiet corridor.

Lin Zhiyao turned around and saw this scene, becoming even more nervous, and instinctively cried out, "Don't come any closer!"

Shen Jin paused in his movements.

The hand that was gripping the door panel as if about to push it open stopped.

"Yaoyao, when did you get back?"

Shen Jin stood inside the door and asked, but it was hard to discern his tone or imagine what his expression would be.

Lin Zhiyao stammered, unsure of what to say.

They said she had been back for a while and had been standing outside the door dumbfounded for five or six minutes?

No, you absolutely can't say that, or I'll be seen as a pervert!

Wait, something's not right!

Shen Jin actually used her things... Shen Jin is the pervert!

My mind is a jumbled mess of thoughts, like a ball of yarn.

The impact of those few short minutes was simply too great and too much for Lin Zhiyao to process. Her first instinct was to escape, so she shouted at Shen Jin, "I don't know what you're doing!"

Then he quickly turned around and ran back to his room.

The door lock clicked shut.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the door, her face so red it could fry an egg.

Her heart pounded in her throat, thumping against her chest, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Lin Zhiyao stood at the door for a long time, and finally her heartbeat gradually calmed down, allowing her to think more calmly.

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like footsteps outside.

Shen Jin?

Lin Zhiyao became nervous again.

Sure enough, the next second, there was a knock on the door behind them.

Shen Jin's voice came through a wooden board, and it was more stable than before, but it still had a slightly hoarse quality that hadn't been completely suppressed.

"Yaoyao, I'm sorry you had to see this."

Lin Zhiyao didn't say anything, but her fingers tightened slightly around the doorknob.

Shen Jin paused outside the door for a moment, then said, "If you don't want to see me tonight, I can go to the company to sleep for the night."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say no.

Shen Jin had just helped her so much, and now she was acting like she wanted to kick her out just because she accidentally bumped into her doing something to relieve herself? That was just too heartless and ungrateful.

But because of shame, a strange, subtle tingling sensation in her heart, and the shock of discovering he was using her lace panties...

I just can't bring myself to say the simple two "no need".

Shen Jin paused for a moment, then softened his voice: "Come down later, I'll cook you dinner. Remember to eat."

After saying that, the sound of footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

Lin Zhiyao subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, feeling less nervous.

She stood silently at the door for a long time before finally unlocking the door and opening it a crack.

The corridor was dark, and Shen Jin had obviously already gone downstairs.

She couldn't quite explain why she felt that subtle sense of loss, but the fact that Shen Jin was no longer nearby did relax her tense nerves, and she felt mostly relieved.

Lin Zhiyao's feelings were quite complicated at this moment.

She first placed the paper bag containing the pen on the table, then went to the bedside and rummaged through it.

The underwear I planned to change into tonight is indeed gone.

She usually folds clean clothes and puts them next to her pillow. She just put the pink lace dress down this morning and hasn't had time to put it in the drawer yet.

That spot is now empty.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank; she felt as if she had completely lost the ability to think, feeling utterly bewildered and helpless.

Lin Zhiyao sat down at her desk and stared at the fountain pen she had bought.

My mind gradually calmed down.

Just then, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Wait, did she forget to lock the door?

So Shen Jin was able to enter her room to get things?

Lin Zhiyao tried to recall whether she had unlocked the door when she rushed in, but because she was so nervous and her mind was in such a mess, she couldn't remember at all.

Lin Zhiyao stood by the bedside for a long time, hesitating, but in the end, she impulsively decided to go down and ask Shen Jin for clarification.

But when she came downstairs, Shen Jin was no longer in the living room.

Dinner was quietly laid out on the kitchen table: pasta with pan-fried chicken breast, a small dish of vegetable salad, and a bagel with bacon—all of which she had mentioned liking before.

Lin Zhiyao walked to the dining table, pursed her lips, and the courage she had just mustered instantly deflated.

She still didn't quite know how to face Shen Jin.

Lin Zhiyao sat down at the dining table in a daze. She hadn't intended to eat, but as she looked around, she did start to feel a little hungry.

Lin Zhiyao then took a bagel and took a bite.

The bacon inside was fried until fragrant and crispy, just the taste and texture she liked.

Lin Zhiyao's feelings were complicated.

She ate slowly, and although it wasn't a lot of food, it took her more than an hour to finish.

Moreover, the more she ate, the more tired she became, and the sleepier she felt.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelids felt like they were filled with lead and drooped down, and the pasta on her fork almost slipped back onto the plate several times.

She yawned, struggled to put the dishes into the dishwasher, and then dragged her drowsy steps upstairs.

Back in the room.

Lin Zhiyao went straight to the bathroom.

When she looked in the mirror while washing up, she noticed that the redness on her cheeks hadn't completely faded.

Lin Zhiyao turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face, feeling a little more awake. She turned around and wanted to lie back down on the bed to sleep.

But as soon as he turned around...

A sudden spasm came from my stomach, and a feeling of nausea belatedly surged up.

Lin Zhiyao covered her mouth and rushed to the toilet, where she vomited.

The bagel and pasta I ate for dinner mixed with stomach acid, and a sour taste rose up in my throat.

Wait until the nausea completely subsides.

Lin Zhiyao, feeling dizzy, pressed the flush button and rinsed her mouth.

The person in the mirror was pale, with watery eyes and sweaty forehead.

Lin Zhiyao leaned against the sink to catch her breath for a while, then brushed her teeth again. She was so tired that her bones ached.

She fell back onto the bed.

The bedding is soft and warm, making you feel relaxed.

The faint scent of Shen Jin in the pillow had somehow become unusually strong.

Lin Zhiyao vaguely wondered if it was because they were using different laundry detergents and air fresheners that their scents were starting to resemble each other more and more...

But before the thought could take shape, his drowsy mind drifted off to sleep.

So, what she didn't know was that at that moment, the door downstairs was gently opened again.

Shen Jin came back.

He didn't go to the company at all.

The leather shoes made almost no sound as they stepped across the living room's wooden floor.

The kitchen light was off, with only the warm yellow nightlight at the top of the stairs still on.

Shen Jin stood at the top of the stairs for a while, his fox-like eyes deep in thought, looking up at the second floor.

Then he went upstairs.

When Shen Jin reached the door of Lin Zhiyao's room, he walked even more quietly. Inside the door, it was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner.

He stood there for a while before reaching out, placing his fingertips on the metal doorknob, and slowly turning it.

Click.

The sound of the latch retracting into the door frame was almost drowned out by breathing.

The door opened.

Shen Jin slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

The nightlight in the room was still on, casting a dim yellow glow around the small area near the head of the bed.

Lin Zhiyao lay curled up on her side in the blanket, half her face buried in the pillow, her eyelashes quietly covering her eyelids. She seemed to be sleeping restlessly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Quiet, beautiful, and cute.