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

"What?"

Lin Zhiyao didn't understand at first and subconsciously asked him, her almond-shaped eyes staring blankly at him, forgetting even to resist.

Shen Jin gently kissed her neck, his voice hoarse and indistinct, yet clear enough for her to hear every word: "So you don't want to enter the palace."

Lin Zhiyao became even more confused after hearing Shen Jin's words.

Does it matter whether she's willing or not?

The important thing is that she is destined to enter the palace. Two years ago, she was included in the list submitted by the Shen family, and half a year ago, her portrait was submitted to the palace. Last month, her rank was even secretly determined. This is something that cannot be changed.

So what they did was completely wrong!

Why does my cousin seem not to understand?

"Cousin...cousin, are you crazy? Whether I want to or not doesn't matter...the matter of entering the palace has already been decided, you...you can't do this..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Jin's kiss landed, cutting her off.

He seemed oblivious to the outrageous things he was doing.

His hot breath landed softly on Lin Zhiyao's neck, leaving faint pink kiss marks that spread down her neck.

Lin Zhiyao trembled, her neck involuntarily tilting back, her head hitting the cold wall. Although she didn't quite understand what was going to happen, she instinctively felt afraid.

If we don't stop it, it seems something irreparable will happen.

"Cousin, cousin, please, don't do this..."

Lin Zhiyao's heart was pounding with anxiety. She tremblingly raised her hand, wanting to cover Shen Jin's mouth. She was almost crying again, her eyes filled with panic, looking pitiful.

My cousin's mouth is so talkative; it hasn't stopped since he came in, and she doesn't like what he's saying, which scares her.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jin grabbed her wrist and brought her palm to his lips, kissing it tenderly and repeatedly.

His hot breath, slightly rapid, sprayed onto her delicate skin, making her palms burn as well, as if she were holding a heated iron, both wet and hot.

"Ugh, cousin, no... this is uncomfortable, it's so hot and itchy, waah..."

Lin Zhiyao's voice trembled violently, tears welled up in her almond-shaped eyes, and a thin red tinge spread across the corners of her eyes, making her look pitiful and helpless.

She was forced to press the base of her palm against his lips.

My palms were hot and itchy, like ants were crawling all over them, and a dense, tingling sensation spread up my arm.

Lin Zhiyao felt a chill run down her spine from the unbearable sensation. Her fingertips twitched as she tried to pull her hand back, but Shen Jin held her wrist tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.

So at this moment, her slightly twitching fingertips seemed to be gently caressing Shen Jin's cheek.

"Um... cousin, please stop..."

Lin Zhiyao pleaded with him, her voice trembling with tears.

She tried to pull her hand back, but Shen Jin's five fingers gripped her wrist tightly, with a force as strong as an iron hoop, and she couldn't break free.

The more she struggled, the more her fingertips rubbed against his cheek, each touch seeming like a delightful sensation she couldn't bear to part with.

Shen Jin let out a low, muffled laugh, the vibrations of his chest traveling through their pressed bodies.

The shock made Lin Zhiyao's back feel weak.

He pressed his thin lips against the beautiful, fine blue vein on Lin Zhiyao's wrist and sucked on it, leaving a watery mark.

The skin there was so tender that even a light touch immediately revealed a vibrant red mark.

"Don't be afraid, Yao Yao. Your cousin is just teaching you some things you should learn."

Shen Jin pecked and kissed along her palm, lifting his long, straight, thick eyelashes. His fox-like eyes seemed to burn with a dark fire as he stared at her, almost burning her through.

Lin Zhiyao was so captivated by his gaze that her eyelashes fluttered. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, her gaze sweeping around before settling on the white jade pendant at Shen Jin's waist, staring intently as if she could see through it.

Her fair skin glowed with a faint pink hue, like the sunset reflected on the snow in spring, spreading from her neck all the way into the depths of her collar.

Shen Jin stared at the spreading pink, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly, and he called out softly, "Yao Yao."

"Cousin, cousin..."

Lin Zhiyao stammered, her almond-shaped eyes still brimming with moisture, her voice timid and soft.

"Um."

Shen Jin responded casually, but his mouth never stopped. He quickly kissed Lin Zhiyao's neck again and kissed her for a while.

Lin Zhiyao was so dazed by his kisses that she felt like she was soaking in warm water, her thoughts scattered, and she didn't even know when he pulled her back into his arms.

By the time she came to her senses, Shen Jin had already held her upright, his long arm sweeping across her soft abdomen, his palms firmly gripping her waist, his fingertips sinking into her soft flesh through the thin fabric of her spring dress.

Lin Zhiyao was forced to lean against Shen Jin's chest, her back pressed against his chest. She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, which was completely different from his slightly rapid breathing at the moment.

Shen Jin had somehow retrieved the scroll of fire-avoidance diagram with his other hand and unfolded it in front of her.

Lin Zhiyao was almost breathless from the kiss, and now that she was finally released, her lips were slightly parted and she was panting heavily. Her breath carried a sweet and soft fragrance that she herself did not realize. Her vision was a little blurry, and a ball of candlelight in front of her reflected the shadowy lines on the silk.

Shen Jin chuckled softly, his voice hoarse and filled with a dark desire that could devour a person. His fox-like eyes were fixed on her as he whispered close to her ear, "My cousin is so adorably naive...it's so endearing."

Lin Zhiyao's vision gradually cleared, and her gaze fell on the unfolded scroll.

Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened.

It turned out that the scroll contained not just one painting, but dozens of paintings in a row, with the silk surface unfolding like a small screen, depicting men and women in various poses.

At this moment, Shen Jin deliberately placed this painting in front of her. In the painting, a man is embracing a woman from behind. The woman tilts her head to the side, and the two kiss with their lips touching and necks intertwined. The woman's waist is held by the man's arm, and the posture is intimate and affectionate.

Her posture was exactly the same as Shen Jin's at this moment.

Lin Zhiyao felt a chill run down her spine, somewhat afraid that Shen Jin would ask her to take the initiative to kiss her.

But to her surprise, Shen Jin did not let her do that, nor did he continue to pester her to kiss and lick him. Instead, he unfolded the scroll and showed her more of its contents.

Those extremely shameful portraits.

Lin Zhiyao's eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to close her eyes.

Before she could even close her eyes, Shen Jin's voice drifted from behind her ear, gentle and warm, yet like a fine needle piercing the back of her neck: "If you close your eyes again, cousin, I will have no choice but to hold you down and kiss you as depicted in every painting."

Lin Zhiyao froze, her eyelashes trembled violently, and she forced her half-closed eyelids back open.

She didn't dare anymore, she really didn't dare anymore.

Her cousin was a man of his word, and she had already learned that from the previous times. If she closed her eyes again, her cousin would definitely hold her down and kiss her for who knows how long.

So Lin Zhiyao could only let Shen Jin do as he pleased, forced to look at those portraits that made her feel ashamed to death.

At first, I was able to tolerate it.

The men and women in the painting are just embracing and kissing against the wall or table in various corners. Although their postures are intimate, they are still wearing clothes.

But soon, Lin Zhiyao felt that watching these things was not as good as being kissed by Shen Jin.

The further you flip through the pages, the more unbearable the images become; the fabric grows thinner and more transparent.

Until one of the pages was turned over, all that was in front of me was a blank white expanse.

Lin Zhiyao's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened.

Why are these people so entangled together...?