Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Before she could even catch her breath, a commotion erupted outside the activity room.

"Zixian! Look what good stuff I brought you!"

The person hadn't arrived yet, but their voice came first.

Bian Zhizhi almost frantically stood up from the piano bench, hurriedly straightening her clothes, wiping her lips, and then frantically smoothing the stray hairs by her ears.

My heart started pounding again. I absolutely couldn't let anyone see what had just happened.

Wei Zixian remained calm; he didn't even raise his head.

The door to the activity room was pushed open with a "bang".

Before the person even entered, Bian Zhizhi had already guessed who it was.

Lu Fangchi.

Lu Fangchi is not stupid.

As soon as he walked in, he sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

Wei Zixian sat on the sofa reading a book, while Bian Zhizhi stood by the piano. The distance between them was far enough, and their postures were normal enough, but there was a certain tension in the air that was hard to describe.

There are also side branches.

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and her lips... seemed a little swollen?

Her eyes were wet, as if she had just cried, or perhaps...

Lu Fangchi's gaze swept between the two of them, his smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to its usual carefree state.

"Miss Bian, why are you standing so far away? Come here quickly."

He greeted us with a grin, placing the paper bag he was carrying on the coffee table. "Perfect timing, I brought some delicious food, want to try some?"

Bian Zhizhi forced a smile, her voice still a little hoarse: "Hello, Mr. Lu."

Lu Fangchi blinked, didn't ask any more questions, and simply took out several exquisite pastry boxes from the paper bag.

"That old-established lotus root starch and osmanthus sugar cake from the west of the city, fresh out of the oven, smells amazing. And this, Korean chestnut cake, you've definitely never tried it before..."

As he spoke, he opened the box, and the aroma of food filled the room.

Bian Zhizhi stood there, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, hesitating whether she should go over.

Wei Zixian finally put down his book and looked up.

His gaze first fell on Bian Zhizhi, lingered for two seconds, then turned to Lu Fangchi, and said indifferently, "Why don't you sit down?"

Lu Fangchi immediately sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to him: "Miss Bian, please sit down too, don't stand."

Bian Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still walked over. However, she didn't sit next to Lu Fangchi, but instead chose a single sofa next to him, keeping a distance from both of them.

Lu Fangchi didn't mind and began to talk at length about the interesting things that had happened to him recently.

Where did he go hiking? What strange birds did he see?

He went to a newly opened restaurant, and the chef put sugar in instead of salt.

His cat scratched the sofa again, and his mom scolded him...

He speaks with great charisma, his voice is melodious and rhythmic, and his expressions are vivid and exaggerated; he could single-handedly carry an entire show.

Bian Zhizhi was initially tense, but gradually, under his guidance, she relaxed a bit.

She would occasionally chime in with a few words, ask a question or two, a faint smile appearing on her face, and the panic in her eyes gradually fading away.

The atmosphere finally lifted a bit.

It's no longer so oppressive, no longer so strange, and it's starting to resemble normal social interaction.

But Wei Zixian, sitting to the side, gradually darkened his expression.

He leaned back on the sofa, a paper crane that had somehow appeared in his hand, probably a decoration from the snack box that Lu Fangchi had brought.

He lowered his head, fiddling with the paper crane, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the fragile paper.

His gaze would occasionally fall on Bian Zhizhi's face.

She listened attentively to Lu Fangchi.

Look at how her eyes curved into crescents because of Lu Fangchi's joke.

Wei Zixian pursed his lips into a straight line.

The movements became increasingly forceful, the paper crane's wings were crumpled and wrinkled, and its slender neck was almost broken.

Bian Zhizhi and Lu Fangchi shared an interesting travel anecdote, and they both laughed.

Lu Fangchi even slapped his thigh and said, "Seriously, I was stunned. That old man insisted on having me take his picture, and after I finished, he said I hadn't captured his otherworldly air..."

Bian Zhizhi covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes inadvertently glancing at Wei Zixian out of the corner of her eye.

Then her smile froze.

She saw the paper crane in his hand, and she also saw the way he stared at Lu Fangchi.

That look was so cold.

With undisguised hostility and possessiveness, she was fixated on Lu Fangchi.

The poor paper crane had been crushed beyond recognition in his fingers, its wings broken and its body twisted, like a bird with a broken neck.

Judging from the paper crane's miserable state, he had used all his strength.

Bian Zhizhi's heart sank suddenly.

She could almost hear the sound of her blood flowing backward.

Lu Fangchi was still laughing, completely unaware that he had become a target in someone's eyes.

"By the way, Ms. Bian, when is your next vacation? I know a really good private restaurant, the environment is quiet, and the food is..."

"Lu Fangchi."

Wei Zixian suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

The voice was very calm, and you could not even tell the emotion in it.

But the room fell silent instantly.

"You should go now."

After Wei Zixian finished speaking, the activity room fell into a deathly silence.

Lu Fangchi immediately understood Wei Zixian's meaning.

He glanced at Wei Zixian's gloomy face and then at Bian Zhizhi's tense expression, and instantly understood the origin of the strange atmosphere from earlier.

He tactfully stood up, patted his trousers, and said, "Well, it seems I've disturbed your...discussion on art?"

His gaze swept over Bian Zhizhi's swollen lips, then over the piano, and finally landed on Wei Zixian's hand holding the paper crane, which had become a crumpled piece of waste paper.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Lu Fangchi picked up his coat, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, and then turned back.

This time, he only looked at Bian Zhizhi, winked at her, and said, "Miss Bian, I'll treat you to that private kitchen again next time."

The door closed.

Bian Zhizhi felt the air pressure around her dropping rapidly.

She didn't dare look at Wei Zixian, her fingers unconsciously digging into the sofa armrest.

The skin beneath the knitted sweater, the touch of his fingertips, the places his lips and tongue had explored—even though quite some time had passed, now felt as if they had been rekindled, faintly burning.

Wei Zixian picked up the book again, turned to the page he had seen before, and stared at the paper, but couldn't read a single word.

All his senses were focused on the stiff figure beside him.

"come over."

He finally spoke, his voice a octave lower than when he had spoken to Lu Fangchi earlier.

Bian Zhizhi hesitated for two seconds before slowly standing up and walking to his side.

I sat down next to him, not too far, not too close, just right.

Wei Zixian didn't mind the distance.

He put down his book, turned to look at her, and said, "You seemed very happy just now."

Bian Zhizhi's fingers tightened: "Mr. Lu... he just came to deliver some snacks."

Her voice was dry and unconvincing.

"You laughed seven times while he was talking." Wei Zixian's gaze fell on her face, his calmness unsettling.

"You've never smiled like that once when you're with me."