Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Then, Wei Zixian reached out and took her wrist, leading Bian Zhizhi step by step to him.

She leaned towards him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bent her back slightly in an intimate pose.

He wrapped his arm around her waist, placed his palm on her back, and slightly raised his head to meet her gaze, their bodies radiating a relaxed intimacy.

Bian Zhizhi's hand stroked Wei Zixian's cheek, it felt very comfortable, he liked it, and Wei Zixian actively rubbed his face against her hand.

Wei Zixian couldn't resist pulling her into a tight embrace.

Bian Zhizhi buried her face in his chest, smelling the familiar woody perfume on him, and his slightly rapid breathing due to excitement.

"Zhizhi..." Wei Zixian's voice was hoarse and nasal, "Say it again."

Bian Zhizhi looked up at him in his arms, her eyes blurry with tears, and said, "I like you, Wei Zixian."

Say it again.

"I like you."

"One more time."

"I like you, I like you, I like you..." Bian Zhizhi repeated over and over, and with each repetition, Wei Zixian's arms tightened around her.

Finally, he lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers.

Candlelight danced around them, rose petals carpeted their feet, and the river view outside the window shimmered like a starry river.

In their world, only each other remained.

"I like you too, Zhizhi." Wei Zixian's voice choked with emotion. "It's more than just liking, it's love. I love you, I've loved you for so many years, and that has never changed."

His tears finally fell, landing on Bian Zhizhi's face and mingling with her tears.

"I love you so much that I don't know what to do. I love you so much that I'm afraid I'll do something wrong again, afraid I'll scare you again. I love you so much that... I think about how I can be worthy of you every single day."

Bian Zhizhi raised her hand and gently wiped away his tears.

"You deserve it all along," she said softly. "Wei Zixian, you are wonderful, always have been."

These words were like a key, unlocking the last lock in Wei Zixian's heart.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was unlike any other before.

It's no longer about testing, no longer about asking for, no longer about cautiously approaching.

Rather, it's confirmation.

It is a solemn declaration that "you are mine, and I am yours."

It is a home that has finally been settled after three years of pain and growth.

Bian Zhizhi wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss.

The rose petals were crushed under their feet, releasing an even richer fragrance.

The candlelight flickered, casting two overlapping shadows on the wall. The music continued to flow, Chopin's Nocturne so tender it was intoxicating.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Zixian finally stepped back slightly, but his forehead was still pressed against hers.

"Sister," he whispered, a laugh in his voice, "you're mine tonight."

Bian Zhizhi's cheeks flushed, and she gently pushed him away: "It's not certain who belongs to whom yet."

Wei Zixian chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, the sound reaching Bian Zhizhi.

"Whose does my sister want?" he asked deliberately, his arm around her waist, his fingertips gently tracing circles on her back.

Bian Zhizhi felt weak all over from his touch and bit her lip without answering.

Wei Zixian didn't force her. He just kissed the corner of her lips again, and then with a sudden movement of his arm, their positions were reversed, and Bian Zhizhi became the one lying on top of him.

"Zhizhi," Wei Zixian looked down at her, his eyes as deep as a river in the night, "we have plenty of time tonight to talk slowly."

He gently placed her on the bed covered with rose petals, then leaned over and braced himself above her.

The candlelight danced behind him, gilding his silhouette with a warm golden edge.

Bian Zhizhi lay in the center of the petals, her smoky pink skirt spread out like a blooming flower.

She looked at him, at the man she had loved for so many years, the man who had come back to her side after all these years, and her heart was filled with joy.

Wei Zixian pressed the curtain button on the remote control and closed the curtains.

"Wei Zixian," she called him.

"Hmm?" He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"I love you too."

Wei Zixian stopped moving.

He looked up at her.

The candlelight flickered in his eyes, which were filled with ecstasy and overwhelming love.

"I love you." Bian Zhizhi raised her hand and stroked his face. "Although I may not love you for as long as you have, I will love you for a very, very long time in the future."

Wei Zixian's tears fell again.

This time, he didn't say anything, but simply lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

The kiss progressed from gentle to intense, from the lips to the neck, and then to the hollow of the collarbone.

His hand slipped under her skirt, and wherever his fingertips touched, they ignited clusters of flames.

Bian Zhizhi trembled slightly beneath him, her fingers running through his hair.

The skirt was pulled off and fell onto the rose petals, like a withered flower.

The diamond pendant on her necklace swayed against her chest, refracting tiny sparkles of light.

Wei Zixian kissed the diamond, then kissed the skin on her chest, his movements as devout as if he were on a pilgrimage.

"Zhizhi..." he whispered in her ear, calling her name again and again, "My sister..."

Bian Zhizhi responded to his kiss and his touch.

A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she bit his shoulder, leaving a faint tooth mark.

Wei Zixian groaned softly, but his movements became even gentler.

He whispered soothing words in her ear, kissed away her tears, and took her with him through thick and thin.

The candlelight flickered, and the roses were fragrant.

The river view outside the window is dazzling and picturesque, while inside, spring is in full bloom.

It took an unknown amount of time before things gradually calmed down.

Bian Zhizhi was exhausted and curled up in Wei Zixian's arms, her eyelids drooping heavily.

Wei Zixian held her close, his fingers gently combing her hair.

"Zhizhi," he called softly.

"Hmm?" Bian Zhizhi responded sleepily.

"Today is the happiest day of my life."

Bian Zhizhi snuggled against him, a smile playing on her lips: "Me too."

"From now on, we'll celebrate every year on this day," Wei Zixian kissed the top of her head, "to celebrate the day we officially get together."

"Okay," Bian Zhizhi agreed.

"Also," Wei Zixian paused, "may I meet your parents tomorrow? Officially, as your boyfriend."

Bian Zhizhi opened her eyes and looked up at him.

Wei Zixian's expression was very serious, with a cautious expectation in his eyes.

"Isn't it too fast?" Bian Zhizhi asked softly.

"Does Zhizhi think it's fast?" Wei Zixian lowered his eyes, his lips drooping again. Bian Zhizhi suddenly remembered the scene she had imagined when she sent a message to Wei Zixian a few days ago, and it was exactly the same as what was happening in front of her.

"I've waited three years, Zhizhi. I want to tell everyone that you are mine."

I want to hold your hand openly and honestly, I want to take you to work and pick you up from get off work every day, I want... to have a home with you.

His voice trembled slightly as he finished speaking.

Bian Zhizhi's heart softened like a puddle of water.

She raised her hand and touched his face: "Okay. Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet them."

Wei Zixian's eyes lit up instantly.

He held her tightly, as if she were a lost treasure that had been found again.

"Go to sleep," he whispered. "Tomorrow, everything will be new."

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes in his arms.

The city outside the window gradually quieted down, and the cruise ships on the river began to dock one after another.

Only the candlelight in the room was still burning, gently illuminating this small corner of the world.

Just a second before falling into a deep sleep, Bian Zhizhi thought.

very nice.

Her Wei Zixian has finally returned.

This time, they will never be apart again.