Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Every time she stepped into an area that was even closer than the day before, Wei Zixian would show a high degree of sensitivity.

Although he did not show any obvious resistance, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

He still wasn't used to it.

I'm not used to getting too close to people, especially her.

Whenever she noticed his discomfort, Bian Zhizhi would react immediately.

She would quickly and naturally retreat to the previously determined "safe distance," while simultaneously offering an explanation that sounded completely "unintentional":

"Excuse me, young master, the sunlight here is a bit dazzling. I'd like to draw the curtains down a bit."

"Young master, the illustrations in this book seem clearer. Let me bring them over for comparison."

"I dropped the pen. Did it disturb the young master?"

Her tone was always so natural, without any deliberate intent, as if it were all just a coincidence.

After several attempts, Wei Zixian seemed to gradually understand her "unintentional" nature, or perhaps he was simply getting used to her presence.

The duration of that reaction became shorter and shorter, and the intensity of the reaction became weaker and weaker.

So, that afternoon, Bian Zhizhi brought her carefully selected new "bait".

Several sets of wooden 3D puzzles with different shapes that need to be assembled.

There's a medieval castle, a complex model of mechanical gears, and a miniature covered bridge.

Several sets of wooden 3D puzzles that need to be assembled.

She poured the pieces from one of the castle puzzle boxes onto her half of the long table.

Hundreds of neatly shaped wooden parts were scattered and instantly covered a small area of ​​the tabletop.

Wei Zixian's attention was quickly drawn to it.

Those regularly shaped wooden parts seemed to suit his aesthetic better than clay and colored paper.

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat; this was an excellent opportunity, so she tried extending an invitation.

"This castle puzzle looks interesting."

She picked up the packaging box and showed it the beautifully designed finished product picture.

"There are just too many parts; it's a bit overwhelming for one person to find them all. Young Master..."

She paused for a moment, observing his reaction.

Seeing that he didn't look away or show any obvious rejection, he continued:

"Young master...would you like to give it a try together?"

As she spoke, she pushed the puzzle baseboard towards the center of the long table.

Wei Zixian's brows were still slightly furrowed. His gaze swept back and forth between the scattered parts and the twigs, and finally settled on the pile of "chaos".

Too messy.

But he did not look away, nor did he refuse by closing the book or turning away as he had done in the past.

Bian Zhizhi stopped urging.

She knew that any form of pressure would backfire on Wei Zixian.

She started to do it herself, picked up the instruction manual, and began to roughly categorize the basic parts while reading and muttering to herself.

"Hmm... these should be parts of the city wall, and these are from the towers..."

She tidied up while muttering to herself.

Time passed by, second by second.

The only sound coming from Bian Zhizhi was in the activity room.

Wei Zixian remained seated on his sofa, the book still lying open on his lap, but his gaze lingered for a long time on Bian Zhizhi and the pile of parts in front of her that were gradually being categorized.

About ten minutes passed, or maybe longer.

Wei Zixian made a move.

He closed the book on his lap and placed it on the armrest of the sofa.

Then he stood up.

Instead of going to the seat next to Bian Zhizhi on the other side of the long table, he walked around halfway to the other side of the long table and sat down next to Bian Zhizhi, separated by a corner of the table.

This position maintains a certain distance while allowing a clear view of the puzzle base and the neatly categorized pieces.

It is a clever choice that allows for both offense and defense.

After sitting down, he did not immediately touch the parts that had not yet been categorized.

His obsessive-compulsive disorder and aversion to "chaos" prevented him from directly engaging with that pile of "disorder".

His gaze fell on the larger pieces of wood that Bian Zhizhi had already roughly categorized, which belonged to the main body of the "main castle".

He reached out and picked up the pieces of wood.

I picked up the page in the instruction manual about assembling the main castle and looked at it carefully for a few seconds.

Next, he began to try to assemble the wooden pieces in his hand according to the instructions on the drawing and the positions of the slots.

His movements were slow, but each stitch was perfectly aligned.

Bian Zhizhi watched his series of actions and felt a surge of joy in her heart.

Young Master is involved!

He really did participate!

Although the method is still conservative, only touching the parts she has already organized, it is already a qualitative leap!

She suppressed her excitement, not daring to show it, for fear of disturbing him.

She continued tidying up the parts at hand, but unconsciously slowed down a bit, her mind focusing more on him.

The two were separated by a small corner of a table, each busy with their own tasks, without exchanging words, only the sounds of wooden parts being assembled and the occasional turning of the instruction manual.

After a while, Bian Zhizhi picked up a part with an arched top cover, compared it with the blueprint, and hesitated about where to put it.

She felt this should be the top of the tower, but the card slot didn't seem quite right.

"Hmm...is this the place? Something doesn't seem right..."

She muttered to herself, her brows furrowed slightly.

wrong.

That piece should be used on the secondary tower in the southwest corner, not the main castle.

Wei Zixian watched as Bian Zhizhi picked up a part that clearly didn't belong to the part she was assembling, and his brows furrowed again as usual.

She reads too slowly, and... she's prone to making mistakes.

He watched her looking at the blueprints with a troubled expression and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Suddenly, a slender hand reached out from the corner of the table.

She lightly touched a spot on the drawing she had spread out, which was the location of the southwest corner auxiliary tower.

Bian Zhizhi looked in the direction he pointed, and then compared the parts and slots in her hand with them, and suddenly realized.

"Ah! Yes! This is it! The top of the secondary tower! Thank you, young master!"

Wei Zixian didn't say anything, but continued to piece together the parts in his hands, but his ears turned red again.

Bian Zhizhi, who had been secretly observing him, felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

Is he... feeling embarrassed?

Because she reads too slowly.

...However, pointing it out doesn't feel bad.

This vague thought flashed through Wei Zixian's mind.

This intervention and interaction did not trigger the irritation he had anticipated; on the contrary... he felt a sense of satisfaction.

It's like correcting a mistake and putting things back on track.

Everything that happened in this activity room, whether it was a failed attempt or progress, would eventually be reported to Wei Yanqiu in detail through Butler Li.

Wei Yanqiu was naturally aware of what was happening here. There wasn't much time left, and Bian Zhizhi... was their only hope at the moment.