Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

"Then we can make some preparations in the next few days."

Her voice rose slightly at the end, as if testing the waters, or perhaps encouraging herself.

"For example, imagine yourself in a movie theater, listen to the movie trailer, and get used to the dark environment. Then it won't feel so sudden."

Wei Zixian nodded again.

Over the next two days, Bian Zhizhi began preparations.

Bian Zhizhi placed the flat plate on the tripod in the activity room.

When the first trailer was played, she turned the volume down extremely low, as low as the white noise of tinnitus.

Wei Zixian immediately recognized that it wasn't just "low" but that the high-frequency part had been deliberately cut off, turning the characters' dialogue into mumbles.

Wei Zixian sat on the sofa, his body a little stiff, his eyes fixed on the screen, but his gaze was not on the picture.

"This is the female lead," Bian Zhizhi said, pointing to a girl on the screen who was smiling brightly.

"She runs a flower shop in the movie. This is the male lead, a photographer."

She described the scenes as if she were narrating a documentary.

After the trailer finished playing, she looked at Wei Zixian and asked, "How did you like it? Was the volume too loud?"

Wei Zixian remained silent for a few seconds, then shook his head.

It's not that it's small, but rather that it's still manageable.

"Let's play it again, this time turn the volume up a little, okay?" Bian Zhizhi asked for his permission.

Wei Zixian looked at her and nodded.

The second time, the volume was turned up one notch.

This square is fatal.

All the high frequencies that were cut off came back like nails, and the heroine's laughter could cut eardrums.

Wei Zixian's shoulder blades tightened instantly, and the sweater tag rubbed against his neck, causing a burning pain.

But strangely enough, when the pain reached its peak, his attention suddenly became focused.

He saw for the first time the camera strap of the male protagonist, a military green canvas with frayed edges.

"Look, they're arguing. But they'll make up later, it's a common trope in romantic movies..." Bian Zhizhi's narration acted like a buffer.

On the afternoon of the third day, Bian Zhizhi drew all the curtains in the activity room, turned off the main light, and left only a dim wall lamp on.

"Before the movie starts, the lights will gradually dim like this,"

She stood next to the switch and turned the wall lamp's dimming knob to a lower level.

"It might be a little dark at first, but your eyes will get used to it quickly."

And once the screen is lit up, it doesn't feel so dim.

The light gradually dimmed.

Wei Zixian's breathing had become erratic. He could hear the sticky sound of his tongue pressing against his palate when he inhaled, and the uncontrollable trembling of his vocal cords when he exhaled.

Bian Zhizhi did not sit down.

She chose to stand still so that if he tried to push her away, she could immediately dodge to the right.

But what she didn't expect was that Wei Zixian reached out his hand to her in the darkness.

"Young master, I'm here. This is just a simulation. If you feel uncomfortable, we'll turn on the lights right away."

Wei Zixian remained silent for a long time.

He then whispered, "...Okay."

His adaptability was much better than she had expected.

This means that he may crave a "normal" life more than she thought, and is also more likely to... break free from Wei Yanqiu's overprotective lifestyle.

Lu Fangchi came again in the middle.

Upon learning that Wei Yanqiu had actually agreed, and that Wei Zixian had also nodded, he clapped his hands with joy, spun around in the activity room, and grinned from ear to ear.

"I knew it! I knew this would work!"

He patted his chest and assured them.

"Don't worry! I'll keep the party going and keep the atmosphere lively the whole time! I won't let things get dull! And I won't let Zixian feel any pressure! Leave it to me!"

Bian Zhizhi could only manage a bitter smile.

Looking at Lu Fangchi's eager expression, she could only hope that this young master wouldn't be too "active" when the time came.

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

In the courtyard of the Wei residence, the streetlights were already on, casting a dim yellow glow on the stone path.

Wei Zixian stood in front of the dressing mirror in his room, wearing the clothes prepared by Butler Li.

He wore a light gray cashmere sweater, dark casual pants, and a navy blue light jacket over them.

They are all made of soft and comfortable fabrics, and the cut is perfect, so they won't make you feel restricted at all.

But he still felt uncomfortable.

The clothing tag rubbed against the skin on the back of my neck, causing an itchy sensation.

The fibers of the cashmere sweater feel too distinct, like countless tiny insects crawling on the skin.

The weight of the coat pressed down on his shoulders, making it feel like he could hardly breathe.

He kept adjusting his breathing, trying to suppress the growing anxiety in his heart.

He saw himself in the mirror; his face was pale, and his eyes held a familiar fear.

Fingers curled up and then relaxed, palms were cold and damp.

"Young Master, the car is ready."

Butler Li's voice came from behind.

Wei Zixian didn't move.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master," Bian Zhizhi's voice came through the door, "Can we set off now?"

Wei Zixian's attitude towards Bian Zhizhi is completely different from his attitude towards others. As long as Bian Zhizhi says a word, Wei Zixian immediately puts his previous emotions behind him and opens the door decisively.

She stood at the door, holding a small canvas bag in her hand, wearing a beige knitted cardigan over a light blue shirt, and simple jeans and canvas shoes.

Her outfit was very casual, not deliberately styled, yet it made him feel...very comfortable.

She walked up to him, but didn't get too close.

"If your clothes are uncomfortable," she said, her gaze falling on his neck, which she had pinched red, "you can take them off in the car."

She understood his discomfort.

Wei Zixian's tense nerves relaxed a little.

He nodded.

Go downstairs and walk through the living room.

Wei Yanqiu was already waiting there.

She wasn't wearing a business suit today, but rather a sharp black pantsuit, which made her figure appear even taller and more slender.

She stood in the entryway with her arms crossed.

Her gaze first fell on Wei Zixian, carefully examining his expression, before turning to Bian Zhizhi.

"Miss Bian," she said solemnly, "I'm entrusting Zixian to you. Remember what I said."

"I understand, Mr. Wei."

Wei Yanqiu then looked at Wei Zixian, her tone softening slightly: "Zixian, stay with Miss Bian and Fang Chi, and don't wander off. If you feel unwell, tell them immediately, and we'll be right back. Understand?"

Wei Zixian nodded, but his gaze unconsciously drifted towards Bian Zhizhi, as if seeking confirmation.

Bian Zhizhi smiled slightly at him and mouthed silently, "Don't worry."

Outside, a discreet black Bentley had been waiting for some time.

Lu Fangchi leaned against the car, and when he saw them come out, he immediately straightened up and waved with a bright smile.

"Hey! The two main characters have finally appeared! Zixian, you're so handsome! Miss Bian looks especially beautiful today too!"

Wei Zixian frowned slightly, but did not show any obvious disgust.

His attention was more focused on the car he was about to get on.