Obsessive Young Master Wei: My Beloved Loses Control Every Night

Many of the guests present knew more or less about the special circumstances of the young master of the Wei family, and at this moment they all showed genuine or feigned surprise and admiration, which quickly turned into compliments to Wei Yanqiu.

Wei Yanqiu stood not far away, holding a glass of champagne, responding to the congratulations from all sides, but his eyes would occasionally drift to his younger brother who was surrounded in the center, and Bian Zhizhi beside him.

Bian Zhizhi was no less shocked than the others.

So this was the surprise Wei Zixian had mentioned that day.

He wasn't just offering empty words of comfort; he was genuinely trying his best, using all his willpower to overcome the suffocating feeling and discomfort of being in a crowd, and to complete this difficult performance of normal social interaction.

Two hours felt like two centuries.

Every second, Bian Zhizhi could feel the stiffness in Wei Zixian's arm muscles accumulating, and she could sense that his breathing was gradually becoming shallow and restrained, a sign of extreme discomfort and endurance.

The color was slowly fading from his face, but the taut string deep in his eyes showed that he had not yet broken down.

When the scheduled appearance time finally ended, Butler Li stepped forward at the right moment and politely led them out of the main banquet hall on the grounds that "the young master needs to rest for a while." Bian Zhizhi was almost exhausted.

She could sense that Wei Zixian was almost moving by inertia, as if all his strength had been exhausted in those two hours.

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Back in Wei Zixian's room, the moment the door closed behind him, it shut out all the noise and light from outside.

That mask of calm and indifference that he barely maintained in front of everyone was like a fragile ice shell, shattering and peeling away inch by inch.

Wei Zixian leaned back on the sofa, looking completely exhausted, his eyes filled with the weariness that he had forcibly suppressed.

Bian Zhizhi's heart ached terribly the moment she saw this scene.

All his concerns, defenses, and self-admonitions crumbled at this moment when he appeared so vulnerable.

She felt that he looked so lonely and so tired at that moment.

He seemed to desperately need some comfort.

She walked over and, without hesitation, knelt down in front of him.

Then she reached out and hugged him.

"It's alright, young master," she said softly, resting her face on his knee, repeating over and over, "It's over, it's all over. We're back."

Wei Zixian's body was initially stiff as a stone, and he did not respond at all.

Then, slowly, the taut muscles began to soften, the weight shifted towards her, and his forehead rested against her shoulder.

He raised his hand and placed it weakly on her hair, his fingers twirling a strand of hair.

"Bian Zhizhi?" His voice was terribly hoarse.

"I'm here," she replied immediately, tightening her arms around him, trying to convey some real warmth through her embrace.

"Have they...left?" he asked.

"They're all gone. It's just us here, it's very quiet," she replied patiently.

"The light..." he murmured.

"The light is on, it won't be dark. I'm here, watching over you," she said, echoing his concerns.

"Will you leave?" He had asked this question more than once, but now it sounded particularly vulnerable.

"No," she heard herself say with unwavering conviction, as if making an inviolable promise, "I'll stay here with you. I won't go anywhere else."

Again and again, she answered his repeated questions, her tone always firm.

The attempt to comfort him should have ended there.

The safety boundaries she set for herself clearly told her: Enough, Bian Zhizhi, this is the end.

She pours him a glass of water, makes sure he's calm, and then you should leave and go back to your own space.

However, when she stepped back slightly to check on him, Wei Zixian raised his head.

When she saw Wei Zixian's slightly reddened eyes, the already shaky dam in her heart suddenly collapsed.

By some strange twist of fate.

As if propelled by some kind of emotional current, or as if bewitched by the rare vulnerability in his eyes, Bian Zhizhi tilted her head up and leaned closer.

A kiss landed on his lips.

There was no deep contact, no entanglement, just a brief moment of lips touching.

After the kiss, she was completely stunned.

A few seconds later, panic belatedly swept over them, instantly drowning out any initial excitement.

She screamed inwardly: Bian Zhizhi! You're insane! What are you doing?! How could you... how dare you!

She abruptly stepped back, her cheeks instantly burning red, the flush spreading down to her ears and neck.

Her eyes darted around nervously, and she dared not look at him again.

"I...I'm not...I..."

She was incoherent, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and she turned to flee the scene that had caused her to lose control, to escape the person who had made her do such an absurd thing.

But Wei Zixian was faster than her.

Just as she turned around and her hand touched the doorknob, a force struck her from behind.

Wei Zixian, with a sudden burst of strength, stood up abruptly, caught up with her in a few steps, and hugged her tightly from behind!

His arms encircled her waist like iron hoops, his chest pressed against her back, his burning body heat and rapid heartbeat penetrating through the thin fabric of her clothes.

"No..." Bian Zhizhi's exclamation was drowned out.

Wei Zixian grabbed her hand as she tried to open the door with one hand, and with the other hand he held her chin, forcing her to turn her head, and then kissed her irresistibly.

The kiss was filled with ignited desire and the excitement of being reciprocated.

He pried open her lips and teeth, penetrating deep inside, drawing in her breath, and swallowing all her unspoken protests.

Bian Zhizhi was pinned against the door panel by him, her back against solid wood, and his burning hot body in front of her.

Her brain was deprived of oxygen, her consciousness was blurred, and her hands, which she tried to push away, were firmly held down by him. She could only passively endure this intense kiss that made her tremble.

The door was flung open a crack by their movements, and a beam of brighter light from the corridor slanted in, cutting through the dim and ambiguous space inside.

The two kissed passionately, their breaths mingling, their lips and tongues entwined, all consequences forgotten.

After the initial shock and resistance, Bian Zhizhi's body shamefully began to go limp. Her long-suppressed emotions seemed to have found a breakthrough in the darkness, resonating intensely with his burning passion.

In this moment of confusion and infatuation.

Outside the door, at the other end of the corridor, towards the main staircase, a slender figure was walking briskly.

Seemingly hearing the commotion, the figure suddenly stopped a few meters away from the door.

Light shone through the crack in the door, vaguely revealing the silhouettes of two people passionately kissing inside.

The figure stood frozen in place.

He paused for a good four or five seconds, then turned around in a panic and disappeared into the shadows around the corner of the corridor as quickly as possible.

"Ugh—!" In the corner of her eye, Bian Zhizhi caught a glimpse of the last hurried corner of the figure's clothes before it disappeared in the midst of her descent into oblivion!

She was struck dumb!

All the infatuation and sensual indulgence vanished in an instant at that one glance!