Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Bian Zhizhi followed him passively, her steps still somewhat unsteady.

He held her hand tightly, and the heat of their palms touching made her heart race.

They went to the piano.

Wei Zixian didn't say anything, but simply pressed down on her shoulders.

Bian Zhizhi sat down following his movement, taking a seat on the right. There was plenty of space on the left, enough for another person to sit.

Then he placed her hands on the piano keys not randomly, but at middle C, with her index finger on the white key.

He himself stood behind her.

This stance made Bian Zhizhi tense up instantly.

She could feel his warm body temperature coming from behind her, and smell the clean pine scent on his body, closer and stronger than before, lingering around her nose and impossible to shake off.

She could hear his steady breathing right above her head.

too close.

It's dangerously close.

Wei Zixian leaned down slightly.

He was wearing a beige cashmere sweater today, with a slightly loose collar. As he bent over, the collar opened slightly, revealing a small patch of his fair collarbone.

The silver pendant hanging around his neck slid off with his movement, swaying gently with his breathing, occasionally brushing against the piano lid beside him.

He rested one hand lightly on the edge of the piano keys, while his other arm firmly encircled the back of the person in his arms' neck, pressing Bian Zhizhi against his chest.

Bian Zhizhi was forced to tilt her chin up, the back of her head against his chest.

Her fingertips were still resting on the piano keys, her cheek pressed against his neck, their warm skin touching—a position that was far too intimate.

The ambiguity was so intense that she dared not breathe.

She was completely enveloped by his figure, her breaths seemed to be intertwined with his, and she couldn't tell who was who.

Bian Zhizhi knew that the two should keep their distance.

From any angle, this pose is outrageously inappropriate.

In the current situation, she was completely trapped in Wei Zixian's arms, her back pressed against his chest, her neck encircled by his arms, and her hands held by him on the piano keys.

Can't escape.

We can only passively wait for his next move.

"Young Master..." Bian Zhizhi pleaded softly, making a last-ditch effort, "Someone might come in... Butler Li might come at any moment..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Wei Zixian chuckled softly.

A deep laugh came from his chest, his breath warm and moist against her ear: "At this time, Butler Li is checking this week's purchasing list. As for the others..."

He paused for a moment, drawing out the last syllable with a mocking tone.

He completely covered the back of her hand with his palm, inserted his five fingers between hers, and intertwined his fingers once again.

He whispered in her ear, "No one dares to come in without my permission."

Bian Zhizhi's breathing faltered.

She understood the subtext of those words: in this house, in this space that belonged to him, he was the absolute ruler.

Butler Li had to obey Wei Yanqiu's orders, but the others—the servants, the gardeners, the cooks—were afraid of Wei Zixian himself.

Or rather, what they feared was the power represented by the identity of the young master of the Wei family.

If he says one, no one dares to say two.

He wouldn't let anyone in, and no one dared to step inside.

"I'll let loose after I finish one song," Wei Zixian added, softening his voice. "I keep my word."

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

She knew that resistance was pointless.

So she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the black and white piano keys.

She remembered some simple tunes.

Excerpts from "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," "Ode to Joy," and "Für Elise"...

But those ideas were too naive, unworthy of this Steinway, and unworthy of the strange and ambiguous atmosphere at this moment.

She hesitated for a few seconds.

Then I chose a song, Debussy's "Clair de Lune".

It wasn't because she remembered the whole score; in fact, she only remembered the first few measures.

Rather, it's because the piece is quiet and slow enough.

It wouldn't expose her poor piano skills, nor would it provoke any intense emotions.

It is extremely slow.

Each note was drawn out, slowly spreading throughout the empty room.

Her fingers were a little stiff, after all, she hadn't touched the piano for too long, her fingering was rusty, her rhythm was a little unsteady, and the pressure she applied was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, making it sound a bit disjointed.

Wei Zixian was very patient.

She played the wrong note, so he took her hand and pressed the note again.

He patiently guided her fingers, repeating the same section once, twice, three times...

Until her fingers softened slightly under his guidance, barely managing to keep up with the speed he had set.

Then his left hand joined in.

This action brought the two closer together.

Wei Zixian needed to control both of her hands at the same time, which meant he had to lean closer, his cheek almost touching her temple.

His breath brushed against the stray hairs behind her ears, bringing a subtle tickle.

"Here...be gentle."

His voice was right next to her ear, deep and clear.

As he spoke, his lips brushed lightly against her earlobe.

Bian Zhizhi trembled all over.

The pressure from my fingertips lessened.

The following notes were indeed much softer.

But when she played the same sharp or flat note wrong for the third time, Wei Zixian suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and his warm lips captured her earlobe.

His lips and tongue gently enveloped the small earlobe, the tip of his tongue sweeping across the sensitive contours, and then he gave it a light, gentle suck.

It wasn't a punishment; it was more like flirting.

"Focus," he whispered in her ear, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Bian Zhizhi trembled violently all over.

A tingling current shot up from my earlobe, traveled down my spine, spread throughout my limbs and bones, and finally gathered at my fingertips.

Every inch of her skin screamed, making her almost jump up, but he held her firmly in his arms, unable to move.

But strangely, the following sections flowed unexpectedly smoothly.

Her fingers seemed to be suddenly infused with life, leaping lightly across the keys, the notes flowing smoothly without any more mistakes.

Wei Zixian guided her hands to press the last chord.

The final note slowly dissipated in the air, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

He did not raise his hand immediately.

Their hands remained clasped on the piano keys, his palm covering the back of her hand, their body heat passing through their skin.

The fingers, with their distinct knuckles and slender, fair skin, almost blended into one under the light.

Silence spread through the room.

The only sounds were the two of them breathing and the occasional chirping of birds outside the window.

Then, Wei Zixian let go of her hand as promised.

He took a step back, creating distance between them.

The warmth and touch of that embrace still lingered on Bian Zhizhi's back. A sudden sense of emptiness sent a shiver down her spine, and goosebumps rose on her bare arms.

She remained seated on the piano bench, not getting up immediately.

His fingers were still on the piano keys, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Her lips were swollen and red, and there was still a damp feeling on her earlobes.

His breathing was unsteady, and he looked like he had just gone through a catastrophe, radiating exhaustion and confusion from the inside out.

Wei Zixian stood behind her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

But he didn't say anything. He just turned around, walked to the sofa, picked up the open book again, and continued reading as if nothing had happened.

Bian Zhizhi sat on the piano bench for a full three minutes.

She needed time to calm her racing heart and sort out her chaotic thoughts.