Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Yanqiu pondered for a moment.

Although I was puzzled, it was a good thing that my younger brother took the initiative to express his needs, even if they were such strange ones.

Perhaps it's a new healing process that's needed?

Or perhaps Bian Zhizhi used some method to pique his interest?

As long as it's not harmful, just give in to his demands.

"Go find it," she instructed Zhou Lin. "Follow the clues given by the young master, and bring the item back as soon as possible."

"Yes, Mr. Wei."

On the third day, Bian Zhizhi walked into the activity room, looked at him, and was immediately attracted by something that seemed out of place in front of her usual seat on the long table.

It is neither an origami creation nor a bento box.

It was a beautifully packaged box with a dark blue ribbon tied around it.

She stared at the unexpected gift, her mind racing through her memories.

She didn't order anything, and Butler Li wouldn't leave a personal item here without a reason.

Then, she suddenly remembered.

Yes, she mentioned it casually a few days ago when she was folding paper.

When I think back to my time studying in New York, there was a very small candy store near the school.

The shop owner is a chubby old man. His handmade fruit hard candies are especially delicious, particularly the peach flavor, which is sweet but not cloying and has a real fruity aroma.

She said that whenever she was rushing to finish her thesis and felt dizzy or homesick, she would buy a small bag of these.

Put one in your mouth, and the sweet taste slowly melts in your mouth, making you feel like life still has a little sweetness.

She really just mentioned it casually, like sharing countless trivial and distant fragments of memory, lost in her daily "talking to herself," without any expectation.

But he remembered it.

There was no signature, no card, and no superfluous words.

But Bian Zhizhi knew that it couldn't be anyone else but him.

Bian Zhizhi picked up a peach-shaped candy, held it in her palm, and the candy wrapper rustled.

She looked up at the sofa by the window.

Wei Zixian continued to look out the window, as if the unexpected gift on the table had nothing to do with him.

Only the slightly reddened tips of his ears betrayed that he was not entirely indifferent.

Bian Zhizhi peeled open a piece of candy and put it in her mouth.

The sweet taste of peaches melts on the tip of your tongue.

Looking at his feigned composure, she couldn't help but smile.

This little incident seemed to have shortened the invisible distance between them.

Inspired by the "candy incident," Bian Zhizhi decided to try further "desensitization training" to prepare for that ultimate goal.

She would choose a suitable moment to tell him while she was folding or reading.

"Young Master, I need to leave for a moment to use the restroom. I'll be back in about five minutes."

The first time she left, she could sense his sudden tension.

Wei Zixian stopped turning the pages of his book. Although he wasn't looking at her, all the muscles in his body seemed to be tense, and the atmosphere around him became uneasy.

Bian Zhizhi maintained her composure and returned on time as she had said she would.

When she opened the door, she saw that Wei Zixian was still in the same position as before, but the fingertips gripping the book pages were a little tighter.

The tension seemed to ease slightly the moment she stepped in.

Upon her return, she would immediately say, "Young Master, I'm back."

I don't expect a response, I just want to give him a clear result.

After several times, the effects began to appear.

She found that during the time she clearly told him she was leaving, although he still felt somewhat uneasy, he no longer exhibited the intense anxiety he had the first time.

He began to learn to "wait" and to believe in her "return".

As trust grew, Bian Zhizhi decided to try a deeper level of interaction.

Based on his previous interest in clay and his focus on structure when origami, Bian Zhizhi decided to reintroduce pottery to her, but this time, she tried to invite him to participate.

Pottery, an activity that requires the cooperation of both hands, may be able to further bridge the gap between them.

She approached Butler Li and made her request.

"Butler Li, I'd like to try teaching the young master some pottery. We'll need a small potter's wheel and some clay. Would that be convenient to prepare?"

Butler Li didn't ask any further questions this time, he just nodded.

"Sure. I'll have someone prepare it and send it to the activity room."

"Miss Bian needs to pay attention to the young master's emotional reactions."

"I will, thank you."

The equipment was quickly ready.

The next day, Bian Zhizhi placed a small potter's wheel on a long table and prepared the moist clay.

"Today, I want to try making a simple vase."

She spoke as she prepared, just like always.

"It's a bit difficult for one person to control the center of gravity when operating a potter's wheel; it's easy for it to collapse."

Bian Zhizhi didn't insist and started working, cupping the spinning clay in her palm and feeling the soil flow through her fingertips.

She deliberately didn't use too much force to stabilize it.

Sure enough, the clay began to wobble as it spun rapidly, its edges collapsed, and it quickly turned into a shapeless puddle of soft mud, lying limp in the center of the turntable.

She turned off the machine, looked at the failed lump of clay, and sighed softly, her tone full of helplessness.

She turned around, looked towards the sofa, and asked softly.

"Young master, could you... come over and help me support the other side?"

Simply press down gently on the edge of the clay piece with your hand to provide support and prevent it from wobbling. Is that alright?

Her heart was pounding in her chest.

She wasn't sure if he would respond.

This requires more proactive participation and...close contact than handing out tissues or eating lunch.

Wei Zixian raised his eyes, looked at the shapeless mud, then at her, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were weighing some kind of decision.

He instinctively rejects unfamiliar things, especially activities that seem like they'll get his hands dirty.

dislike.

Looking at the expectation in her eyes, the words of refusal seemed to get stuck in my throat.

She looked very sad. Because of that lump of mud.

Her hands are small, so she probably can't hold on very well.

It's just a little help... it should be fine.

Time ticked by, and Bian Zhizhi could almost hear the echo of her own heartbeat.

Just when she thought this attempt was doomed to failure and was preparing to try again, Wei Zixian put down the book in her hand.

He stood up and walked toward the long table.

He stopped on the other side of the long table, across the potter's wheel from her.

Wei Zixian felt conflicted, and he wanted to back out again.

He didn't like the sticky feeling, but seeing her expectant eyes, he held back.

Her hands were small but warm, and the subtle touch that made his heart flutter.

He knew that he was slowly getting used to her presence, and even beginning to look forward to these little interactions.

He lowered his head, looked at the grayish-brown clay on the turntable, gently touched the cool, damp clay with his fingertip, and quickly withdrew it.

"Like this," Bian Zhizhi demonstrated, gently supporting the other side of the clay with the side of her palm.

"Don't use too much force, just feel its rotation and keep it stable."