Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Just after sending the message, the screen suddenly went dark due to the battery running out, and the room returned to darkness.

The sudden darkness made her panic.

Just then, she felt Wei Zixian's face gently brush against the back of her shoulder.

The intimacy made her back stiffen instantly.

"Young master," she whispered, "it's almost dawn."

The darkness outside the window seeped into the gray-white.

"Hmm." His voice was thick with nasal congestion, as if he was still not fully awake, but he tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer to his embrace.

"The power is still not back on."

"Um."

Silence spread.

As if possessed, she asked again, "Are you... still afraid?"

I regretted asking the question as soon as I did.

Wei Zixian remained silent for a long time.

It went on for so long that she started counting her own erratic heartbeats.

Then, he gently rubbed his face against her shoulder again, this time even more slowly.

"With you here, there's nothing to fear."

His voice was low and husky, yet incredibly clear, penetrating her ears.

Those five words struck her so hard that her heart stopped.

Her throat tightened and her eyes stung, but she simply placed her hand gently on his hand that was wrapped around her waist.

She knew this was wrong.

But is there a better way?

She couldn't believe it.

Wei Zixian needed her to soothe the lingering fear after the long night, while Wei Yanqiu wanted her to keep her younger brother calm but not to overstep the boundaries.

No one cared whether she was willing or able to bear this increasingly deep entanglement.

She couldn't express resistance, as that would provoke him, nor could she show acceptance, as that would anger Wei Yanqiu.

Bian Zhizhi felt like she was being torn apart by two opposing forces, driving her crazy.

She could clearly see Wei Zixian's feelings for her.

And what about herself?

She couldn't be as reckless as Wei Zixian, like a raging fire, only wanting to drag the people she set her sights on into her territory.

She had to consider her parents' disappointment upon learning of their daughter's "misbehavior," Wei Yanqiu's warning, and Wei Zixian's feelings.

She even had to consider the exorbitant contract price and the debt abyss she and her parents would fall into again if they defaulted.

She was caught in the middle, caught between a rock and a hard place, unable to move forward or backward without making a mistake.

Taking another step forward leads to Wei Zixian's deepening dependence and uncontrolled possessiveness, a double fall from morality and profession.

One step back reveals Wei Yanqiu's chilling warning and her parents' precarious sense of security; it's a stark, unforgiving cliff of reality.

She was like a tightrope walker, with a bottomless abyss beneath her feet, but no balancing bar in her hands.

Just then, Wei Zixian's fingers twitched.

As she placed her hand over his, his fingers slid between hers, their fingers intertwining.

Palms pressed together, fingers interlaced.

Bian Zhizhi's fingertips curled up, wanting to pull away, but Wei Yanqiu's admonition echoed in her mind. She wanted to respond, but then the words "As long as you're here, there's nothing to fear" flashed through her mind.

In the end, they could only freeze, letting the heat of their palms touching burn away their reason.

The sky truly brightens at seven o'clock.

The dim light was enough for Bian Zhizhi to see the hand that was embracing her. The fingers were distinct, long and strong, but now they were loosely resting on her lower abdomen, intertwined with her fingers.

Light slightly diminishes the ambiguity and chaos brought by darkness, but makes reality even more glaring.

She remained stiff, listening to the gradually steady and long breathing behind her, not daring to move, until her limbs and bones protested with soreness and numbness.

Power was restored at 10:07 a.m.

With a "snap," the current hummed, and the ceiling light, wall light, and mobile phone charging indicator light all suddenly lit up!

The excessively bright light pierced the gloom, and Bian Zhizhi subconsciously closed her eyes, her eye sockets stinging from the strong light.

"Hmm..." Wei Zixian behind him made a muffled nasal sound, clearly also startled by the light.

He didn't move, but subconsciously buried his face deeper into her hair, tightened his arms, and pulled her closer into his embrace, his voice muffled: "Wait five more minutes."

She didn't dare to move again.

The sudden light was like a slap in the face, jolting her awake.

For five minutes, no one spoke.

Only the light danced on my eyelids, only our intertwined breaths and heartbeats that I could feel even through our clothes.

It was eerily quiet, yet everyone was preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Wei Zixian gently stroked her fingers.

Bian Zhizhi had only one thought screaming in her mind: End it quickly, leave quickly, this can't go on.

The suffocating silence was broken by a restrained knock on the door.

"Young Master, Miss Bian, the power has been restored." It was Butler Li's voice, as respectful as ever, but lower than usual. "Breakfast is ready, would you like it brought in?"

Bian Zhizhi immediately sat up upon hearing the sound!

This time, Wei Zixian didn't stop her. He loosened his arm as she moved, but just as she broke free, he hooked his fingertip against her palm.

Bian Zhizhi's face flushed, and she hurriedly got out of bed, stepping barefoot onto the carpet, frantically tidying her knitwear and hair.

Wei Zixian also sat up, not in a hurry. He slowly used a pillow to make a backrest for himself and leaned back in a relaxed posture. However, when he saw her flustered and helpless appearance, he smiled and his eyes were deep.

"No need," he said to the door, "we'll come downstairs later."

"Yes, young master." Butler Li's footsteps faded into the distance.

Bian Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Wei Zixian's words made her heart leap into her throat again:

"About last night," he looked at her, "we're going to keep it from your sister, right?"

Asking a question you already know the answer to.

Bian Zhizhi knew he was teasing her, but seeing her embarrassment, she had no choice but to nod reluctantly: "...Mm."

Wei Zixian seemed satisfied then, and got up from under the covers.

He was more than a head taller than her, standing in front of her, blocking part of the light and casting a shadow over her.

He raised his hand and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her sensitive earlobe.

"Go wash up," he said, his gaze sweeping over her face. "Your eyes are a little swollen."

His tone was calm, yet it reignited the heat that had just subsided on Bian Zhizhi's face.

She practically fled back to the bedroom bathroom.

*

Breakfast is served in the restaurant on the first floor.

When Bian Zhizhi came downstairs, Wei Zixian was already sitting in the main seat, slowly cutting the pancakes on his plate.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and his gaze lingered on her for a moment, as if to greet her.

She had just pulled out the chair diagonally opposite him and sat down when the door was pushed open from the outside.

Wei Yanqiu walked in.

She had clearly rushed back, not even having had time to change out of the burgundy velvet dress she wore to her birthday party the night before.

The elegant skirt was stained, and a wrinkled black cashmere coat was casually draped over it.

The exquisite makeup couldn't conceal the dark circles under her eyes and the fatigue that almost overflowed from her brows.

Her gaze immediately swept past the dining table, locking onto Wei Zixian. She strode over, disregarding etiquette, and placed her hand directly on her brother's shoulder, bending down to scrutinize him from head to toe, not missing a single expression on his face.

"Zixian, are you alright? I was so scared last night, I couldn't get through on the phone, and the road was blocked... How are you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

A series of problems came crashing down.

Wei Zixian put down his knife and fork, looked up at her, and said with his usual calm and indifferent expression, "I'm fine, sister."

"Are you really alright?" Wei Yanqiu asked anxiously, her fingers tightening until the fabric of his clothes wrinkled. "Have you been experiencing heart palpitations? Shortness of breath? Or... have you seen anything unpleasant?"

"I'm really fine," Wei Zixian repeated, turning his gaze to Bian Zhizhi, who was staring down at her plate. "Miss Bian has been with me the whole time."

These words finally drew Wei Yanqiu's burning gaze to Bian Zhizhi.

"Last night," Wei Yanqiu began, her voice softening, "you worked hard, Miss Bian. You did a great job."

A simple compliment, delivered in a rather gentle tone.

Bian Zhizhi forced herself to remain calm and looked up: "President Wei, you flatter me. This is what I should do."

She didn't dare to look at Wei Yanqiu for too long and quickly lowered her eyes.