Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

As autumn deepens, the sycamore leaves in the Wei family garden begin to turn yellow, with a few occasionally breaking free from the branches and swirling down under the hazy sky.

The vast mansion appeared even more deserted as autumn deepened.

Only one room on the west side exudes a slightly unusual vitality at a fixed time each day.

In the activity room, time seemed to stretch out.

She has been here for nearly half a month, experiencing similar companionship every day.

He tried every method in the textbooks, but he still couldn't truly get close to Wei Zixian.

The origami activity has been going on for several days.

The branches change their patterns, folding origami cranes, boats, and simple stars.

Wei Zixian remained silent most of the time, but Bian Zhizhi could sense that his gaze lingered on her hand more often and for a slightly longer period of time.

For Bian Zhizhi, this was already a valuable step forward. At least, he was no longer completely ignoring her existence.

That afternoon, the sunlight, unusually, pierced through the clouds, bringing a faint warmth to the room.

Bian Zhizhi is folding a relatively complex fox, requiring extra care to handle the folded corners of the ears.

She was completely absorbed in her work when she felt her throat getting dry. She picked up the water glass that the maid had brought her earlier and wanted to have a drink.

Perhaps her mind was still focused on how to make the next step even more perfect, or perhaps it was the fatigue from days of mental strain, but her hand slipped.

"Clang—"

A sharp crack shattered the almost frozen silence in the room.

The glass fell onto the carpet, water stains spread rapidly, and glass shards were scattered everywhere.

Bian Zhizhi's mind went blank with a "buzz".

Finished!

The sharpest sound he ever hated!

She looked up abruptly, her heart clenching, her gaze falling anxiously onto the sofa by the window.

Wei Zixian reacted faster than she had expected.

He straightened his back almost the instant the sound rang out, and slammed the book shut in his hands.

His brows furrowed as he looked at the puddle of water and the cup that had rolled to the side, his eyes revealing undisguised displeasure.

Bian Zhizhi's heart sank straight down, feeling icy cold.

She could almost foresee what would happen next.

It could be a scream with ears covered, or an outburst that sweeps everything around it to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, young master!" She hurriedly stood up, stammering, "I'll get ready right away..."

She hurriedly squatted down, disregarding her manners, and pulled out a handkerchief she always carried to absorb the water from the carpet.

The water quickly soaked through the cotton cloth, and the dampness made her even more annoyed, fearing that this accident would disrupt the little peace she had managed to build up over the past few days.

She was in a hurry to pick up the shards of glass, and her fingertips just touched a larger piece.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she hissed as she gasped for breath.

He withdrew his hand and saw a small cut on the tip of his index finger, from which bright red blood was slowly seeping out.

The pain and panic made her nose sting, and her vision blurred with tears.

Just as she was looking at her bleeding fingers, at a loss, a shadow fell over her, blocking out the light.

Bian Zhizhi paused, stiffly raising her head.

Wei Zixian had already stood up at some point and was standing next to her, less than a meter away.

He still had a frown on his face, his expression wasn't good, and his lips were tightly pressed together, but he didn't show the fury she had expected.

His gaze first fell on her bleeding fingers, the red stain seeming to startle him for a moment before he looked away.

Then, he reached out, his movements somewhat stiff, even carrying a hint of reluctance, and handed her the tissue.

His gaze was fixed on the bookshelf beside him, not on her.

Bian Zhizhi was completely stunned, forgetting to breathe and the stinging pain in her fingers, just staring blankly at that hand with its distinct knuckles.

He...he handed me a piece of paper?

Did he take the initiative to approach?

They even handed me something?

Is this a dream?

Wei Zixian paused in mid-air for two seconds, holding the tissue. Seeing that she didn't react, he waved it impatiently.

Bian Zhizhi snapped back to reality, suppressing the more thanks that almost escaped her lips, and made her voice sound as calm as possible.

"Thank you... thank you, young master."

She reached out and took the stack of tissues.

In the instant of the handover, my fingertips inevitably brushed against his.

His fingers were cold, as if they had been soaked in autumn rain.

The moment she took the tissue, Wei Zixian quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

Wei Zixian didn't say anything. After she thanked him, he immediately looked away and turned back to his sofa.

I picked up the book again and buried myself in that corner once more, but my ears involuntarily flushed red.

If there were a narrator in this world, Bian Zhizhi might be able to see the little bubbles that occasionally pop up above Wei Zixian's head.

Noisy.

Clumsy.

...There was bleeding.

trouble.

The tissues were right next to me.

...She looked like she was about to cry.

Forget it.

One by one, from the moment Bian Zhizhi entered the room until she was injured, Wei Zixian kept an eye on her.

Unfortunately, Bian Zhizhi couldn't see it and could only judge based on her own feelings.

Holding a tissue, she looked at his profile, which had returned to normal, but her heart felt filled with something, a bittersweet ache.

The ice has been broken.

Although it was only a tiny crack, it truly broke the ice.

After this incident, Bian Zhizhi noticed that Wei Zixian's "attention" to her activities seemed to have increased significantly.

She began to experiment with origami more flexibly.

She stopped folding only symmetrical geometric shapes and started folding more lifelike small animals.

For example, rabbits with long ears, and puppies that look a bit silly.

She continued talking to herself, placing the folded animal figurines on the empty seat on the side of the long table closest to him.

When she first placed a simple little paper rabbit, she noticed that Wei Zixian paused in his book-turning motion.

His gaze went beyond the top edge of the book and landed on that small white figure, lingering for several seconds.

She didn't disturb them and continued folding her own folded paper.

The next day, she released a crooked little dog.

His gaze followed her as she folded the puppy, and although he still didn't look directly at her, his attention was clearly focused on her hands.

At first, he would become slightly tense whenever she left the vicinity of the long table.

Gradually, Bian Zhizhi found that she could move more freely in the activity room, and he no longer showed obvious vigilance towards her movements.

He won't show obvious rejection as long as he doesn't enter an "invisible circle" centered on his sofa.

She can go to the bookshelf to get reference books, or go to the window to adjust the angle of the curtains to make the light softer.

This "acquiescence of space" made Bian Zhizhi's work much easier and made her more certain that she was on the right track.

However, the approaching board meeting date constantly reminded Bian Zhizhi that the current progress was far from sufficient.