Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Su Wan stared at her for a few seconds, a hint of inquiry flashing in her always smiling eyes, but in the end she just shrugged: "Fine, if you say no, then no."

But let me warn you, Wei Zixian... his nature hasn't changed. Don't be fooled by his seemingly harmless demeanor; he's still a wolf at heart.

Bian Zhizhi didn't reply, but just took another sip of wine.

She knew Su Wan was right.

For the past month, Wei Zixian has indeed "pretended" very well.

He maintained a just-right distance, inviting her to dinner once or twice a week under the pretext of project progress. The conversation always revolved around work, occasionally interspersed with a few trivial daily matters.

He would have his assistant bring her a non-greasy late-night snack when she worked overtime, and he would offer ideas when she encountered professional problems, but he would never overstep his bounds.

She also knew that some things were quietly changing.

For example, she would start to notice the design of his shirt cuffs during meetings, would drift off while listening to him talk and think of his clumsy way of playing claw machines, and would want to share interesting things she found late at night with him.

Then I suddenly woke up and hurriedly exited the dialog box.

This kind of soft-heartedness comes quietly, yet it comes with overwhelming force.

She hadn't figured out how to tell Su Wan yet.

After all, she had previously vowed to sever ties with Wei Zixian, and now that she had suddenly changed her attitude, she felt embarrassed.

Let's wait a little longer, until the time is right, until she's thought things through, until she can confidently say, "I just like him."

"I'm going to the restroom." Bian Zhizhi put down her wine glass, lifted her skirt, and walked out of the banquet hall.

She needs some fresh air.

There's an open-air viewing platform; it's windy at night and not crowded, making it a great spot.

She leaned against the railing and took a deep breath.

The city's night view unfolds beneath my feet, and the summer night breeze, though carrying heat, refreshes me as it blows on my face.

"Sister Zhizhi, so you've been here all along." A familiar voice, tinged with laughter, came from behind.

Bian Zhizhi turned around and saw a young teacher from the studio holding a wine glass, looking for her.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries and seeing the teacher off, she breathed a sigh of relief and decided to spend some time in a quiet corner deeper inside the terrace.

Just as she turned around, she caught a glimpse of a figure leaning against the wall at the doorway leading to the emergency exit on the other side.

It is Wei Zixian.

At that moment, he stood there alone, his head slightly lowered, his profile indistinct in the dim light.

But Bian Zhizhi inexplicably felt that something was wrong with him.

She paused, intending to pretend she hadn't seen it and walk away.

But the next second, Wei Zixian seemed to sense her gaze, raised his head, and looked straight at her.

The warm yellow light from the corridor fell on his face, and Bian Zhizhi was slightly taken aback.

His cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red. His usually cool eyes were now misty, and when he looked over, his gaze was unfocused, revealing a kind of bewildered confusion.

His hair, which was usually combed meticulously, now had a few unruly strands hanging down in front of his forehead, making him look... inexplicably soft, even a little fragile.

Like a large dog that has accidentally gotten lost.

Bian Zhizhi's heart trembled, her gaze was completely unable to leave him, and she couldn't take a step.

Wei Zixian looked at her, blinked, and seemed to have to put in some effort to confirm that it was her.

He took two unsteady steps toward her, stopping just a step away. A faint scent of alcohol mixed with his usual perfume wafted over him.

"Sister... Sister?" he asked, his voice lower and hoarse than usual, tinged with uncertainty.

Bian Zhizhi frowned: "Have you had too much to drink?"

Wei Zixian didn't answer, but just looked at her with his wet eyes, the emotions in them so complex that Bian Zhizhi couldn't understand them.

"I..." He licked his dry lips, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Am I... annoying to you?"

Bian Zhizhi's heart tightened.

"Why... did you want to leave as soon as you saw me...? Your sister hates me, doesn't she?"

He leaned forward slightly, bringing the scent of alcohol closer, his gaze fixed on her with unwavering intensity.

Even if I change, try my best, and desperately try to become a better person... you still won't even want to look at me, right?

His tone was so humble it was almost obsequious, and combined with his drunken, hazy appearance, it was incredibly effective.

Bian Zhizhi's throat went dry. She wanted to refute, to say that it wasn't like that, but the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She was indeed avoiding him, because she didn't know how to face her increasingly weakened defenses, and even less how to face Su Wan and her past self.

Her silence seemed to be interpreted by Wei Zixian as tacit agreement.

The faint light in his eyes extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He slowly loosened his grip on her wrist, the pressure so light that Bian Zhizhi hadn't even noticed it before.

"I'm sorry..." He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, staggered back half a step, and said, "I shouldn't have asked... I was being inconsiderate again."

He turned around and walked unsteadily toward the emergency exit, his back view desolate and forlorn.

"I...I'm leaving. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here...and bothered you."

His voice drifted over, thick with a nasal tone.

Just as he passed by a decorative vase, he lost his footing and swayed noticeably, about to fall to the side!

"Watch out!" Without even thinking, Bian Zhizhi rushed forward, grabbed his arm, and pulled him back forcefully.

Due to inertia, Wei Zixian was pulled around and lost his balance, falling towards her.

Bian Zhizhi instinctively tried to steady him, but he pulled her back two steps, her back pressed against the wall.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Wei Zixian's arm rested on the wall next to her ear.

The distance was instantly shrunk to the extreme.

Bian Zhizhi could smell the strong smell of alcohol in his breath, see the glistening moisture on his long eyelashes—whether from drunkenness or something else—and feel the burning heat emanating from his body through his thin shirt.

He looked down at her with hazy eyes, seemingly still shaken from the near fall, or perhaps too drunk to comprehend his current situation.

He stared at her blankly for a long time, so long that Bian Zhizhi's cheeks burned and her heart pounded erratically.

Then, as if finally confirming the situation before him, he slowly pressed his forehead against hers.

The moment their skin touched, they both trembled slightly.

"elder sister……"

His voice was muffled and soft, tinged with grievance, "I'm so dizzy... my head hurts so much..."

He leaned in close, his weight mostly on her, his hot breath spraying onto her neck.

Bian Zhizhi's body stiffened, and her mind went blank.

Reason told her she should push him away and call for help, but her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, hesitantly supporting his waist.

"How much...how much did you drink?" Her voice was hoarse.

"I don't know..." He nuzzled her forehead, like a little animal seeking comfort.

"They kept offering toasts... I didn't want to drink... but they said it was to celebrate your success... I was happy for you... so I drank..."

His words were incoherent and illogical, yet each sentence struck like a hammer against the heart of a twig.