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

In an instant, Lin Zhiyao froze, feeling a surge of heat explode from the top of her head, quickly spreading throughout her body.

She stared wide-eyed at the bodies passionately entwined on the screen, many of which were in positions and angles she had never seen before, as if they were challenging the limits of the human body.

And it's a huge screen, no less.

Every little detail is magnified countless times.

Lin Zhiyao's face burned fiercely, a bright red blush spreading from her neck to the tips of her ears. The thought that she was still in Shen Jin's arms made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, her heart filled with awkwardness and shame.

At the same time, there was also a hidden curiosity.

Oh, so... it can be done like this?

And, and there are so many variations! With things done like that on screen, won't they get overused and ruined?

After glancing at it twice, Lin Zhiyao was so ashamed that she pressed the remote control to turn it off.

But Shen Jin stopped him from moving.

Shen Jin grasped her fair and slender wrist and pressed it firmly against the sofa armrest. He didn't use much force, at least Lin Zhiyao didn't feel any pain, but it seemed that he used some kind of clever trick to make her unable to move.

They could only watch helplessly as the dim light and shadow on the screen continued to shift.

A million-dollar sound system was playing decadent music.

"Wait." Shen Jin's voice was low and husky, his gray eyes reflecting the light from the curtain, a dark undercurrent churning within them. "Isn't Yao Yao curious?"

Lin Zhiyao dared not look at the curtain, nor at him. She buried her face in the sofa cushions, thinking she had been misunderstood. Her voice was muffled, filled with shame and an uncontrollable sob, her voice trembling at the end.

"I...I'm not curious! This...this plays automatically...I didn't know there was this kind of thing in there..."

"Um."

Shen Jin responded, but his gaze was fixed on Lin Zhiyao's face, which seemed to be burning with an inextinguishable lustful fire. "But I'm curious."

Lin Zhiyao was burned by that gaze.

Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder.

Shen Jin's lips curled slightly.

Even in the beautiful fox's eyes, a cunning glint appeared.

He gently rested his chin on Lin Zhiyao's shoulder and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind.

He held Lin Zhiyao tightly in his arms, preventing her from moving.

"Watch it with me."

Shen Jin's slightly cold breath was right next to Lin Zhiyao's ear.

This gave Lin Zhiyao goosebumps.

She bit her lip, glanced at the screen, and was burned by the explicit images on it. Feeling uneasy and shy, she shrank into Shen Jin's arms.

Lin Zhiyao has been trying her best not to go see it.

But with the speakers on, you can hear everything clearly even if you can't see the picture.

It made her feel as if she had a fever.

How long will it take to watch...?

Why haven't you finished watching it yet?

Lin Zhiyao felt like each day was an eternity.

She didn't know that this was a compilation of famous XX movies, so it was quite long.

The camera angles also changed very quickly.

The scenes range from soft beds to cold kitchen countertops, both indoors and outdoors, with various settings and poses taking turns to unfold.

It was like a meticulously choreographed visual feast.

Shen Jin watched intently, as if he were studying some important topic. His hand, which had been around Lin Zhiyao's waist, gradually moved to another spot, grasping Lin Zhiyao's slender wrist and kneading it with a firm but not too strong touch.

As he massaged her, he became unsatisfied and intertwined his fingers with hers.

His fingertips gently circled in Lin Zhiyao's palm, bringing an unbearable tickling sensation.

"Yao Yao." Shen Jin suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, his breath right next to her ear.

Lin Zhiyao had kept her eyelashes down, not daring to look. But now, hearing Shen Jin so close, she suddenly realized that, since when, Shen Jin no longer seemed to have such a cold body temperature as before, and even his breathing was cold.

Instead, it felt warm and cozy, just like a real human being.

Lin Zhiyao was somewhat stunned, wondering if he could regulate his body temperature on his own.

Shen Jin's breath grew even hotter. "This place and this position... we can try it."

Lin Zhiyao subconsciously lifted her head from his embrace and looked at the screen. The scene changed, and it turned out to be the female lead being pressed against the French windows.

It was exactly the same experience she had yesterday in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Zhiyao blushed even more and hurriedly lowered her head. Her earlobes were so red they looked like they could bleed, but Shen Jin grabbed her chin and forced her to raise her face.

"This scene..."

Shen Jin spoke softly, his fox-like eyes, with their light gray pupils, fixed on Lin Zhiyao with a predatory gaze, burning with a dark, unfathomable intensity. "Does Yao Yao find you familiar?"

Shen Jin's thumb brushed against her burning cheek, his voice low and seductive, "Yao Yao, the movie's almost over, we should..."

"No, no—"

"Can."

Shen Jin interrupted her, scooped Lin Zhiyao up from the sofa, turned her around, and sat her face-to-face on his lap. "Yaoyao, I'll be gentle."

"No—uh-uh!"

Shen Jin kissed Lin Zhiyao's soft lips, swallowing the protest.

He slowly moved his palm upwards, his fingertips touching the cool, medicated skin, applying very light pressure.

"Does it still hurt?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't dare to speak, she was dazed by his kisses, and could only look at him with pitiful eyes.

But this undoubtedly further fueled Shen Jin's feelings.

He chuckled softly, gently laid Lin Zhiyao down on the large sofa, and lay down on her, his possessiveness in his gray eyes intense and unyielding.

The movie on the screen was still playing, with various intense sounds intertwining and echoing in the surround sound system.

As Shen Jin kissed her, he would occasionally glance up at the curtain, as if studying it, before whispering in her ear, "This... baby, lift your legs up."

Lin Zhiyao glanced at it and was terrified by the light and shadow. She sobbed and refused, "No..."

It will break.

"good."

Shen Jin coaxed her, his hands gripping the back of her knees, folding her into a pose from a movie.

Lin Zhiyao was so embarrassed she was about to cry. She buried her face in his shoulder and gripped his clothes tightly with her fingers.

Shen Jin was not in a hurry at first.

He slowly watched Lin Zhiyao, checking to see if she was feeling unwell.

Then his eyes gradually darkened.

Deep inside the sofa.

The two intertwined their fingers tightly like lovers.

The images on the screen changed even faster, with various poses being performed in turn. Shen Jin only glanced up occasionally, then lowered his head and breathed in Lin Zhiyao's ear, commanding, "Turn around... Yes, Yao Yao learns so fast and so well."

Lin Zhiyao sank into the sofa, her face buried in the cushions, only her bright red ear tips and trembling back were visible.

The sofa creaked softly, blending with the sounds on the screen, making it difficult to distinguish between light and shadow and reality.

The interplay of light and shadow in the scene grew increasingly intense.

Lin Zhiyao could no longer hear anything, and could no longer distinguish between the sound from the screen and the sound from reality. She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, and she cried, thinking that he was too bad, that he was never enough, and that he had exhausted her.

Before completely losing consciousness.

Lin Zhiyao was just thinking about when Shen Jin would get tired of her and lose interest, and then let her leave.

It shouldn't be too long, right? At most, less than a year. Of course, that's all she can stay for, otherwise her asthma inhaler will expire.

Lin Zhiyao closed her eyes.

"Yaoyao..." Shen Jin whispered breathlessly in her ear, his voice filled with satisfaction, "My Yaoyao..."

The arms tightened more and more.

The movie on the screen had ended sometime earlier.

All that remained was the dim, cold light of the projector, where no image was visible.

Shen Jin carried her out of the media room, through the corridor, and towards the master bedroom on the second floor. His steps were steady, and he carried her as easily as if he were carrying a bouquet of flowers, his breathing not even disturbed.

He carried her to take a bath.

Lin Zhiyao woke up groggily during the journey, not knowing what Shen Jin asked her, but she was too weak to refuse anyway, so she just gave a soft "hmm", her eyelids too heavy to open, and let him do as he pleased.

I don't know how long I took a shower.

Shen Jin finally put Lin Zhiyao back on the soft bed.

"Go to sleep."

Shen Jin placed a kiss on the top of her fragrant hair, his voice hoarse, his tone unusually gentle.