Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Wei Zixian remained silent.

He simply buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath rapid and hot, spraying onto her skin and sending shivers down her spine.

Bian Zhizhi felt his fingers tighten on her back, his nails almost digging into her flesh.

pain.

But she didn't push him away.

Because at that moment she realized: Wei Zixian was enduring.

Endure with all your might.

She endured the fear brought by the darkness, the stimulation brought by the thunder, and something she didn't know.

He is afraid of the dark, that's true.

But his trembling at this moment was not entirely due to fear.

There are also things that cannot be expressed in words.

Bian Zhizhi dared not think too deeply about it.

She simply held him as if he were a piece of porcelain about to break, carefully, neither daring to use too much force nor letting go.

The thunder outside the window did not stop; instead, it intensified.

This time, Wei Zixian's body trembled violently, and a sound that was almost a sob escaped his throat.

The arms that were wrapped around her tightened suddenly as if in a spasm, so tight that Bian Zhizhi's vision went black and she almost cried out in pain.

Without hesitation, she hugged him back with all her might, trying to cover his trembling with her body heat.

"Don't be afraid, young master, it's just thunder, it won't hurt us. I'm here, I'm here..."

Bian Zhizhi maintained the hugging posture, her arms gradually becoming sore and numb.

Wei Zixian's trembling seemed to have eased somewhat, no longer so intense, but it still continued, and his breathing was still heavy and hot, spraying onto her neck.

He moved.

Instead of pushing her away, he led her back step by step.

The movement was difficult because the two were tightly embracing each other, like conjoined twins.

But they still moved, from the doorway to the center of the room, and then to the bedside.

Wei Zixian sat down first, and the mattress sank slightly.

Then he used his arm to pull Bian Zhizhi down as well.

Bian Zhizhi lost her balance and cried out softly. The expected fall did not happen. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace, and he let her sit on his lap.

Bian Zhizhi tried to struggle, but he wouldn't let go.

"Don't move." His voice finally broke the silence, terribly hoarse. "Just... like this."

The branches froze.

This pose is too intimate.

She sat on his lap, facing him, her arms around his neck, and his arms around her waist.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and they could feel each other's body temperature, heartbeat, and breath.

In the darkness, this intimacy is magnified infinitely.

"Young Master..." She wanted to say something to break the eerie atmosphere.

But Wei Zixian loosened the arm that was wrapped around her waist.

Bian Zhizhi thought he was finally going to let her go, but his hand didn't leave. Instead, it reached out to the side and grabbed the cashmere blanket piled up at the foot of the bed.

With one hand, he unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around her, completely enveloping Bian Zhizhi in his arms.

Bian Zhizhi was stunned.

Is he... worried that she's cold?

Even at a time like this, when he himself was trembling with fear, he was still worried that she was cold.

Bian Zhizhi was wrapped up inside, with only her face showing.

Wei Zixian hugged her again, buried his face in her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "This way... you won't be cold."

Bian Zhizhi's nose suddenly stung with tears.

She wanted to say something, but her throat was blocked, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She slowly relaxed her back, pressing herself closer to the still trembling chest in front of her.

The arms around his neck also loosened their grip, becoming a gesture of acceptance.

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down and thunder was rumbling.

In the room, only the intertwined breaths and heartbeats of the two could be heard.

Bian Zhizhi closed her eyes.

She felt Wei Zixian's body gradually stop trembling and his breathing gradually become steady.

She felt his arms around her, initially tense, gradually relaxing.

The darkness remains, the fear remains.

But in this embrace, in this warm embrace.

For the first time, Bian Zhizhi felt that perhaps, perhaps she could temporarily let go of all her defenses and fears and stay here with him.

As for tomorrow.

As for three months later.

As for those debts, those threats, those invisible shackles.

Let's talk about it when it gets light.

Now, she is tired.

She was afraid too.

At this moment, the person holding her, who was also afraid, gave her a corner where she could hide temporarily.

Then... I'll hide for a while.

Just for a little while.

Bian Zhizhi didn't know how she got to the bed.

All she remembered was that when Wei Zixian picked her up, the feeling of weightlessness made her clutch his collar tightly, and the off-white cashmere sweater crumpled in her palm.

The next moment, the world spun around her, and she was placed in the center of the bed, wrapped in a cashmere blanket, the soft fleece tickling her chin.

"It's dirty," she said softly, pointing to her sweater. "I didn't change my clothes."

"It's okay." He lay down and wrapped his arm around her. She thought it would be tight, like before, making her ribs hurt.

The result was that it was just loosely attached.

But when she tried to turn over because she was stiff, the arm tightened instantly and pulled her back to her original position without saying a word.

She had to turn her back to him, completely enveloped by him from behind.

My breath landed on the top of my head, warm and even, creeping along the hair to the thinnest skin behind my ears, and then stopped.

"Don't move." His voice was close to her ear.

She dared not move.

The bedding was filled with his scent, domineeringly invading all the senses.

Bian Zhizhi looked up at the darkness outside the bed, where only the blurry shadows of the rain pounding against the window and the white light of lightning tearing through the sky could be seen.

Her shoulders were enveloped in warmth from behind, her fingertips dangling at the edge of the blankets. She didn't even dare to bend her fingers, afraid that any movement would touch his hands clasped around her waist.

That hand was loosely clasped, yet it was like an invisible lock.

The heavy rain gradually subsided at three in the morning.

The darkness remained thick, and the silence amplified.

Bian Zhizhi fell asleep at some point, her consciousness struggling between chaos and wakefulness, and was eventually dragged into nothingness by exhaustion.

She was woken up by her phone vibrating.

Before dawn, the room was pitch black, with only her phone screen emitting a faint light under the blanket, the battery bar a glaring red, down to only 5%.

A message from Butler Li, dated 5:47 AM:

[Miss Bian, how is the young master? The main power line was damaged and should be repaired by noon at the earliest. Miss is very worried and has been trying to contact him. The signal has just been restored.]

She moved, trying to pull her hand away to reply, but Wei Zixian tightened his grip instantly.

"Don't go." His voice was hoarse, and he rubbed his face against the back of her neck, his breath hot.

Bian Zhizhi froze, then softened her voice: "I'm not leaving, young master. I'm just returning a message. Butler Li is asking about it."

My body relaxed a little behind me, but my arms were still wrapped around myself.

She hesitated for a moment, then stopped moving. She nestled awkwardly in his arms, twisting her upper body, and laboriously pulled her phone out from under the blanket with one hand.

A small patch of light lit up the screen, illuminating the two people's clasped hands.

His hand covered the back of her hand completely, the contrast in their skin tones stark. As she moved, his fingers moved slightly, his fingertips caressing the skin on the back of her hand.

[The young master's condition is stable; he's asleep. Should I come out?]

Type each word carefully, keeping it as brief as possible.

Almost immediately replied:

【No need. Please stay with the young master. The young lady has already set off back, but the road conditions are poor. Please call me anytime if you need anything.】

【OK. 】