Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Zixian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes still red from the ordeal he had just endured.

He didn't look at the glass of water, but instead turned his gaze to Bian Zhizhi, who was squatting in front of him.

Then, he did something that surprised Bian Zhizhi.

He beckoned to her very gently with his finger.

He made it clear for the first time that Bian Zhizhi could enter his territory.

Bian Zhizhi's heart skipped a beat; she was both flattered and somewhat confused.

She did as he asked, slowly approaching him, crouching down in front of him at a height that wouldn't make him uncomfortable, and waiting for him to continue.

Then, she heard Wei Zixian say in that still slightly breathless, deep voice:

"I want to try something. I want to know... what it feels like."

Bian Zhizhi was stunned, completely confused by his nonsensical words.

"...What is it? Young master, what would you like to try?"

Silently, Wei Zixian took out the edge of a slightly old photograph from the inside pocket of his suit. It showed only a couple embracing and kissing.

He pointed to the kissing scene, looked up, and stared directly at Bian Zhizhi, asking:

"This... Is it okay? I want to know what it feels like."

He looked like a child full of curiosity about the unknown, with a kind of innocent naiveté.

Bian Zhizhi's mind went blank.

The color drained from her face instantly, only to rush back in the next second, burning her cheeks and making even her ears turn bright red.

She could even feel her pulse pounding wildly in her neck.

"Young Master... this is something only lovers can do. We... this is not appropriate for us right now."

She was rambling incoherently, trying to persuade him with reason, and also to calm her wildly beating heart.

Wei Zixian frowned, a hint of grievance flashing in his eyes.

He asked stubbornly, "You promised me. Now, are you going back on your word?"

He looked at her, his eyes reddened from the ordeal he had just endured, making him appear exceptionally vulnerable and pitiful.

"I just wanted to try. Is this... not going to work either?" he asked again in a low voice.

Are you lying to me?

He looked so pitiful and innocent, as if he really was just a child curious about the unknown.

This makes any explanation of "adult rules" by Bian Zhizhi seem pale and powerless.

Bian Zhizhi's heart was in complete turmoil.

He trusted her, which is why he made this request to her.

Thinking of the tremendous effort he had put in for her and the pain he had endured that night, Bian Zhizhi's heart softened completely.

She tried desperately to comfort herself:

This is part of the therapy, to help him understand emotions and build connections... Yes, this is just therapy!

After much hesitation, she finally closed her eyes, steeled her resolve, and said in a trembling voice, "...Okay."

Let's just consider it... a special kind of "desensitization therapy".

She mustered all her courage, slowly leaned forward, and pressed her lips to Wei Zixian's cool lips.

Instantly separate.

In that instant, it felt as if a faint electric current was coursing through my limbs and bones.

She jerked backward, almost collapsing onto the carpet, her cheeks flushed crimson.

She didn't dare to look up at Wei Zixian's expression, and could only stare intently at the intricate patterns on the carpet, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Wei Zixian was completely frozen in place.

The fleeting, incredibly soft touch on the lips.

It was different from what he had imagined, and different from what he saw in the photos.

This feeling... is strange, but not unpleasant.

It even strangely calmed down something restless within him.

He raised his hand and gently touched his lips with his fingertips, where her scent still lingered.

What he wanted to confirm seemed to have... a vague answer.

The activity room fell into a deathly silence.

Bian Zhizhi finally mustered up her courage and secretly looked up at Wei Zixian.

He remained in the same position, his fingers still touching his lips, as if... savoring the moment?

This realization made Bian Zhizhi's face burn even hotter, her blood rushing to her head, and she felt dizzy.

She hurriedly stood up and spoke incoherently.

"Young...Young Master...it's getting late, you must be tired tonight, you should get some rest! I...I'll head back now!"

After saying that, she practically fled, forgetting even to take her water cup, and staggered out of the activity room as if a raging flood was behind her.

Wei Zixian neither stopped her nor responded.

He just sat there quietly until Bian Zhizhi's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, then he slowly lowered his hand from his lips.

He turned his head and looked out the window at the deep night. His own shadow and the tips of his ears were vaguely reflected on the glass.

The kiss felt light and quick.

He found out.

This is what a kiss feels like.

The person who gave him this feeling was Bian Zhizhi.

Bian Zhizhi practically fled back to her room.

She doesn't even remember how she got out of that activity room.

I don't remember how I practically ran back to my room amidst the astonished gazes of several servants.

All she knew was the wildly beating heart in her chest and the burning heat on her cheeks.

With a "click," the door was locked behind him.

Sitting in the chair, she was breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, the sound so loud it seemed to shatter her eardrums.

My cheeks, ears, and neck felt like they had been burned; they were frighteningly hot, and I could even feel the burning sensation of blood rushing through my veins.

The sensation of that moment still seemed to linger on my lips, now vividly imprinted there.

Even though it was just a fleeting moment, why did it feel like an eternity?

"What did I do...?"

She covered her face; the skin her fingertips touched was incredibly hot.

She actually... kissed Wei Zixian!

Although it was just a fleeting touch, it was definitely a kiss!

"That was treatment... to comfort him... it was a last resort under special circumstances..."

She desperately tried to find reasons for herself, attempting to rationalize her shocking behavior.

But every technical term seemed pale and powerless in her chaotic thoughts at that moment.

Like oil floating on water, it could not possibly blend into the waves of her true emotions.

Because those details kept replaying uncontrollably in my mind.

His slightly reddened earlobes, his fingertips touching his lips, and her own heart pounding wildly.

Two conflicting thoughts battled fiercely in her mind, leaving her distraught.

On one hand, there's a rational warning: Bian Zhizhi, you've crossed the line!

You are the healer, and he is the patient; there should be a clear boundary between you!

On the other side, a tender whisper rang out: But he meant no harm... he was just curious...

He trusts you, that's why he made this request to you...

And look how brave he was tonight, he did something almost impossible for you...

"Enough!" She shook her head violently, trying to shake off these chaotic thoughts.

I stood up, leaning on the door panel for support; my legs were still a little weak.