Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Unbeknownst to her, Su Wan, who had fled back to the banquet hall, was sitting on a sofa in the corner, clutching her bag, trembling with anger and worry.

She stared at Zhizhi's name on her phone screen, her finger hovering over the dial button before finally letting go.

You little rascal!

How dare you keep this from me!

She was completely fooled by that scheming scoundrel!

Su Wan gritted her teeth and decided to wait for Bian Zhizhi to come and confess to her.

She wanted to see when this woman, who forgot her friends for the sake of a pretty face, would remember to explain herself to her best friend!

On the other side, Bian Zhizhi, Wei Zixian locked the door and came back, hugging her in his arms again.

Another passionate kiss followed. After what seemed like an eternity, just as Bian Zhizhi felt herself about to faint from lack of oxygen, Wei Zixian finally managed to release her lips. Their foreheads met, and they breathed heavily.

Bian Zhizhi's eyes were glazed over, her lips were swollen and red, glistening with an alluring moisture.

Wei Zixian's eyes were as dark as night as he stared intently at her, his gaze filled with a terrifying desire and an intense, overwhelming love.

He lowered his head and gave her a tender peck on the corner of her lips, then followed his kisses down her chin to her slender neck...

"Wei Zixian..." Bian Zhizhi managed to find a voice, tinged with reproach, "Are you a dog...? Stop kissing me..."

The skin on the side of her neck was fair and sensitive, and several ambiguous red marks had already been left.

Wei Zixian paused, then looked up.

At this moment, there was no trace of the drunken haze in his eyes.

There was the gleam of a hunter determined to win, locking her in as if she were his exclusive possession, with no way to escape.

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat again when she saw that look, and a feeling of being schemed against resurfaced.

But Wei Zixian blinked again, his long eyelashes drooping, and when he raised them again, his eyes returned to that innocent look of drunkenness and coquettishness.

He pouted, looking aggrieved.

"Could you please stop calling me by my full name all the time... It feels too formal, I don't like it."

As he spoke, he actually bit her collarbone lightly, just like a puppy.

"Hiss—" Bian Zhizhi gasped softly. It didn't hurt, so she didn't push him away.

Seeing his clingy demeanor now, so different from before, the doubts in my heart were dispelled, replaced by an urge to tease him.

"So what would you like me to call you?" She extended her index finger and gently tapped the tip of his nose, her eyes sparkling. "Young Master? Zixian? Or... Wei Xiaoxian?"

With each new title, Wei Zixian's eyes lit up a little more.

When the words "Wei Xiaoxian" were uttered from her red lips, Wei Zixian let out a low, hoarse groan, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed her again.

"Say it again..." he mumbled, moving his kiss from her lips to her earlobe, gently taking it in his mouth and licking it.

"Zixian..." Bian Zhizhi's body went limp from his touch, and her voice trembled.

"Mmm, more..." he mumbled, the kiss continuing downwards.

"Young Master..."

"Yes, I want more..."

Without her noticing, he was perched above her, his eyes burning with desire, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

At this moment, the "more" he stubbornly demanded had long since transformed from an affectionate term into a more direct expression of longing.

Their clothes had slipped off without them noticing, and the moment their skin touched, they both let out a satisfied sigh.

Wei Zixian's kiss landed again, this time gentle and lingering, filled with endless tenderness.

He patiently guided her, soothing her initial nervousness and awkwardness.

As pain and extreme pleasure surged simultaneously, tears welled in Bian Zhizhi's eyes, and her fingers dug deeply into his back.

Wei Zixian kissed away her tears with utmost tenderness, whispering in her ear again and again, "Zhizhi... Sister... My..."

The moonlight outside the window crept up the window frame, only to be mostly obscured by the swaying curtains, leaving behind a room full of ambiguous light and shadow and intertwined breaths.

His sister, his niece, is finally his again.

As for Su Wan's anger?

That was not within his consideration.

He even had a somewhat malicious thought: it would be better if everyone knew, that Bian Zhizhi belonged to him, Wei Zixian, and that no one could take her away.

They waited until the celebration banquet ended, until late at night, and until the next day dawn.

Bian Zhizhi's phone was completely silent; there wasn't a single call or message.

Su Wan went from anger to anxiety, and from anxiety to questioning the meaning of life.

At 2 PM, she couldn't take it anymore and made a slam call.

The phone rang seven or eight times, and just when Su Wan thought no one would answer and started imagining all sorts of terrible scenarios, it was finally picked up.

"Feed... Wanwan?" came Bian Zhizhi's hoarse voice from the other end of the phone.

Su Wan's heart skipped a beat. As someone who had been through it all, she knew all too well what that kind of voice meant.

"Bian, Zhi, Zhi!" Su Wan spat out three words through gritted teeth, each one spitting fire, "You last night—"

Before she could finish speaking, a male voice came clearly through the receiver:

"Who is this older sister?"

The voice was languid, with a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.

"I'm so sleepy...can you stay with me a little longer?"

Immediately following was the rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, and a short, startled cry from Bian Zhizhi. Then, the phone seemed to be covered, and a muffled sob could be heard.

Su Wan held her phone, completely stunned, her blood rushing to her head.

A few seconds later, she spoke into the microphone with all her might, shouting three words:

"Branch! Branch! Branch!!!"

Then he slammed the phone down.

*

On the other end of the phone, Bian Zhizhi hurriedly broke free from Wei Zixian's embrace, her cheeks flushed red, glaring at him with shame and indignation: "Wei Zixian! You did this on purpose!"

Wei Zixian lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, while the other hand loosely wrapped around her waist.

The neckline of her pajamas was open, revealing her beautifully defined collarbone and the ambiguous red marks on her chest.

His expression was innocent, but his eyes were clear and bright; there was not a trace of sleepiness in him.

"What did you do on purpose?" He blinked, his long eyelashes casting small shadows under his eyes, making him look innocent and harmless. "I just woke up and saw my sister answering the phone, so I wanted to hug you."

As he spoke, he tightened his arms, pulling Bian Zhizhi, who was trying to escape, back into his embrace. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath.

"Sister smells so good..."

Bian Zhizhi felt weak all over from his rubbing, and the crazy memories of last night flooded back into her mind, making her ears burn.

Last night... how exactly did he "trick" her?

Her memory was a bit hazy, but she remembered that after the celebration banquet, she helped the "drunk" Wei Zixian and said she would take him to rest. However, he held her hand, looked at her with wet eyes, and said he wanted a reward.

She was incredibly soft-hearted at the time.

And so, as if by some strange twist of fate...

By the time she finished reminiscing, Bian Zhizhi's face was completely red.

Wei Zixian was still rubbing against her neck, as if savoring the delicious taste of last night.