Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Seven characters.

Simple, direct, and without any embellishment.

But it was like a hammer, smashing hard into the heart of the outer branches.

She was speechless for a moment, as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot.

His lips parted, but no sound came out.

All the explanations, all the reasons, all the prepared arguments, all seemed pale, powerless, hypocritical, and laughable in the face of these few words.

She had no way to express herself.

He was right.

It was true that she had been avoiding him. Ever since that kiss, she had been subconsciously avoiding his gaze and even leaving without saying goodbye.

She was in the wrong first.

But the situation is so critical now that her first priority is to pull him back from the brink of collapse and soothe him.

Those rights and wrongs, those explanations, can all be put aside for later.

"I'm not avoiding you, young master."

She forced herself to calm down and spoke in the gentlest voice, while continuing to slowly approach him.

"I just went home to take care of some things. See, I'm back now, aren't I?"

"That's a lie."

Wei Zixian's voice lowered, tinged with grievance.

His gaze remained fixed on her face, refusing to look away even for a moment.

"You're scared. Is it because of what you did that day?"

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat.

He really knew everything; he sensed all her panic and avoidance.

"No, young master."

She finally walked up to him, disregarding the mess on the ground, carefully squatted down, looked him in the eye, and tried to look into his eyes.

"I'm not scared. I just... need some time, by myself, to think things through."

"What are you thinking about?"

He pressed her for answers, his gaze seemingly trying to dissect her heart and see her truest thoughts.

"How do you want to continue 'treating' me? Or... how do you want to leave?"

His bluntness left Bian Zhizhi with nowhere to hide.

She looked around at the chaos caused by him, and at the pain in his eyes caused by her.

At this moment, Bian Zhizhi's heart was overwhelmed by complex emotions.

She looked into his eyes and decided to stop running away.

"What I'm thinking is..."

She took a deep breath and decided to stop using those professional platitudes to appease him and instead show him a little bit of her true self.

"That 'experiment'...it was a bit too sudden for me. I need time...to adjust."

The violence in his eyes subsided somewhat, replaced by scrutiny.

He was judging the truthfulness of her words, and assessing whether she was once again using gentle words to appease him.

She reached out, but instead of touching him directly, she gently placed her hand on a torn picture book next to him, her fingertips only centimeters away from his hand.

"Young master, look," she said softly, her gaze sweeping over the mess around her.

"You ruined our favorite picture book."

Her fingers gently traced the torn edge of the picture book.

"And all this paint, it's all going to waste."

She looked at the burst paint tubes.

"That paint set was beautiful, wasn't it? Now it's unusable."

She was guiding him to see the consequences of his actions in a way he could understand.

Wei Zixian's eyelashes trembled slightly as he followed her gaze to the mess around him.

Those things he once knew and loved, which he destroyed with his own hands.

It is now presented before us in such a broken and ugly state.

He looked at her again. "You're not here."

He whispered that those three words contained all the reasons.

You are not here.

So my world is in chaos.

So nothing of it matters anymore.

She looked at his pale face, his disheveled hair, and his eyes that reflected only her image.

All rational warnings and concerns about boundaries were swept away by this surging emotion at this moment.

This prompted her to do something completely beyond her rational control.

She was so close that she could see her reflection in his pupils and feel his warm breath on her face.

Then, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his cool lips once more.

This time, it won't be a matter of instant separation.

She stopped.

It paused for maybe three seconds, maybe five seconds, maybe longer.

Time lost its meaning in that instant.

She felt his body stiffen instantly.

I could feel his breathing stop.

She felt the slightly trembling eyelashes brush against her cheek.

His lips were cool, but soft.

Just as she remembered.

But it's different.

This time, she didn't panic and flee, but instead stayed.

Then, she quickly stepped back, her cheeks instantly turning crimson, her heart pounding like a thousand horses galloping in her ears.

But I forced myself to look into his eyes, my voice as soft as a breeze:

"Now, young master, do you believe I wasn't hiding from you, nor am you afraid?"

"Are you satisfied with this 'adaptation'?"

Wei Zixian was completely stunned.

He looked at her blushing cheeks so close to his face, at the shyness in her eyes, and felt the real, soft touch on her lips—a sensation clearer and more profound than ever before.

The tension in his body relaxed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The raging storm subsided miraculously with her gentle kiss.

He didn't answer, but slowly lowered his head and gently rested his forehead on her shoulder.

My hand was hanging down when I touched a crumpled bottle of paint.

The paint got on the casing and on his hands.

Where Bian Zhizhi couldn't see, Wei Zixian lowered his eyes, coldly looked at his soiled hands, and suddenly laughed.

This smile is invisible to Bian Zhizhi, and Wei Zixian won't let her see it either.

This was the smile that came after his scheme had succeeded. He was happy that Bian Zhizhi was willing to be soft-hearted towards him, and he was also happy that his plan could be implemented further.

Bian Zhizhi stiffened for a moment.

too close.

They're too intimate.

But she didn't push him away; instead, she relaxed and let him lean against her.

"It's alright, young master," she whispered. "I'm back. I won't leave again."

Wei Zixian didn't speak, but pressed harder against her shoulder, as if to confirm her presence and to make sure she wouldn't disappear again.

Bian Zhizhi looked at the mess in the room, her mind in turmoil.

She knew that some things had completely changed from that moment on.

The professional boundary she had always tried to maintain had been broken by her own hands.

That kiss, and the complex and indescribable emotions in her heart, had already exceeded her control.

She didn't know what would happen next.

It's unclear how Wei Yanqiu will react, whether she can continue this job, and where this dangerous and delicate relationship between her and Wei Zixian will lead.

But she knew she could never go back.

I can't go back to being a simple healer, I can't go back to that calm and objective professional attitude, and I can't go back to that distance where I can walk away at any time.

Outside the window, night had completely fallen.

The main light in the activity room was off; only a wall lamp in the corner emitted a dim, yellowish glow.

The halo cast their shadows long, distorted, and warped onto the messy floor, like projections from another world.

Bian Zhizhi gently patted Wei Zixian's back, feeling his breathing gradually become steady.

Her gaze went over his shoulder and towards the deep night outside the window.