Ye Mochen showed no intention of turning toward his own room. Instead, he stopped directly in front of her door.
The wall lamp at the end of the corridor cast a warm yellow glow, stretching his tall shadow long enough to almost envelop her completely.
Ran Weiyi turned around and looked up at him. “We’re at the door. You should rest early too.”
Ye Mochen didn’t move. He didn’t speak either—he simply lowered his gaze and looked at her. On that excessively handsome face appeared a trace of grievance.
He didn’t want to be separated from her, even if it was only by a single wall.
If he couldn’t see her, he would miss her—terribly.
The gentleness he’d shown downstairs was gone from his deep eyes, replaced by a stubbornness so intense it felt as though, if she dared tell him to leave again, he could stand here until dawn.
Ran Weiyi sighed inwardly, feeling both helpless and amused. This man who was utterly decisive in front of others turned into a child who refused to leave after not getting candy when alone with her.
Reasoning with him wouldn’t work. He needed to be indulged—handled gently, going along with him.
She stepped forward, rose onto her toes in the bunny slippers. A little unsteady, she simply lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, pulling his tall frame down toward her.
In that instant, her entire body pressed into his embrace. His clean, refreshing scent enveloped her completely.
His body stiffened for a split second—clearly, he hadn’t expected this.
Ran Weiyi tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. Not a fleeting peck, but a soft, soothing kiss, gentle and lingering.
She could clearly feel it—the tension in his body melted instantly. All that stubborn insistence was drained away by that single kiss, turning into nothing but tenderness.
He even lowered his head obediently to make it easier for her, the hand that had been hanging at his side lifting to lightly hold her waist. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes.
His Adam’s apple rolled unconsciously, followed by a very soft swallow.
Only after a moment did Ran Weiyi pull back, her voice light and gentle.
“Go to sleep.”
This time, it wasn’t a suggestion—it was a softly coaxing command.
Ye Mochen finally reacted. His tall body stiffened briefly, then the last traces of his obstinacy completely dissipated.
He stared at her lips, now faintly glossy from the kiss, his gaze darkening inch by inch, deep as ink that refused to disperse.
After a long pause, he let out a low, hoarse response.
“Mm.”
He agreed—but the hand on her waist didn’t loosen, and he still didn’t move.
【Doudou, Sister! Affection value +10! That kiss went straight to his heart!】
The system’s voice rang out in her mind, but Ran Weiyi had no time to pay attention.
Because not only did Ye Mochen not let go, he tightened his arms around her waist, so strong it felt as if he wanted to press her into his very bones. He buried his head in the hollow of her neck, his striking red hair brushing against her delicate skin, ticklish.
His voice came muffled from her shoulder, full of unreasonable grievance. “The wall is too thick.”
Ran Weiyi: “……”
It took her several seconds to realize he was complaining about the wall between their rooms.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Lifting a hand, she patted his broad back, soothing him like a large dog that refused to return to its kennel.
“Alright. It’s right next door—not far.”
“It is far!”
He retorted instantly, lifting his head. His deep eyes locked onto hers, the emotions inside intense enough to shock. “I want to see you all the time.”
The words were blunt and domineering, and Ran Weiyi’s heartbeat skipped violently.
She looked at him—one moment pitiful and aggrieved, the next using the fiercest expression to say the clingiest words. The contrast softened her heart completely.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now—go to sleep.” She poked his chest with a finger, her tone brooking no argument. “That’s an order.”
The word order was like a specific switch.
All the obsession and grievance in Ye Mochen’s eyes vanished instantly. He stared at her for a long moment, as if engraving her appearance into his bones.
Finally, he compromised. The arm around her waist slowly loosened.
Just as Ran Weiyi thought he was about to leave, he suddenly bent down and gave her a firm peck on the lips, full of triumph.
“Good night.”
With those two words, he turned and walked toward his own room. His steps were steady, his back straight—nothing at all like the man who’d just been acting shamelessly.
Even after the door closed, Ran Weiyi still stood there, unconsciously rubbing her lips with her fingertips, as if his domineering warmth still lingered.
So this lunatic… was actually a clingy one.
【Warning! Warning! Target’s possessiveness is still skyrocketing! Sister, congratulations—you’ve unlocked a hidden trait: Clingy Demon King!】
Doudou’s electronic voice screeched noisily in her mind.
Ran Weiyi raised an eyebrow.
Clingy Demon King?
That description… was actually pretty accurate.
…
Meanwhile.
Ye Mochen returned to his room, but had no desire to sleep.
The closed door blocked her from sight, but it couldn’t stop the wild thoughts growing in his mind.
Her soft touch and sweet scent seemed to linger on his lips. He lifted his hand, lightly touching his mouth. That kiss—her standing on tiptoe, pressing herself to him—played over and over in his head.
Excitement. Restlessness. And an unprecedented sense of unreality.
He was Ran Weiyi’s boyfriend.
That realization made his heart pound like a drum.
He stood in the room for a long time, the air around him growing heavy with his agitation.
His gaze shifted toward the wall, dark and intent.
A few minutes later, the handle to Ran Weiyi’s door was slowly pressed down by a steady, precise force—without making a sound.
Ye Mochen’s tall figure slipped inside, movements as light as a panther entering the night.
The room was quiet, filled only with the girl’s soft, even breathing.
The air carried her unique fragrance, as if it had life of its own, instantly soothing all the turbulence in his heart.
He didn’t turn on the lights. By the faint moonlight filtering through the curtain gap, his gaze landed precisely on the small figure on the bed.
She was sleeping deeply. Her cheeks were flushed with healthy color, one hand resting obediently by the pillow, the other gripping the corner of the blanket. She seemed to be having a sweet dream, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.
Ye Mochen walked quietly to the sofa beside the bed and sat down. His tall body sank into the soft fabric, yet his back remained straight as a pine.
Those eyes that had once stirred countless storms now shed all violence and bloodlust, leaving only pure, almost greedy focus.
His world used to be filled with screams, shattering, endless darkness. It had been a long time since he’d known such a peaceful night.
Now, this small, warm room filled with sweetness was his entire world. He looked at her the way a dying traveler in the desert looks at the only oasis.
Satisfaction and possessiveness swelled, nearly bursting from his chest. He wanted to touch her, to stroke her face, to confirm that this was real—but he was afraid of disturbing this peace.
In the end, he only slowly lifted his hand, tracing her outline in the air—from her smooth forehead, to her delicate nose, to her slightly pouting lips.
His.
Only his.
【Warning! Target’s possessiveness has reached the critical threshold! Sister, he looks like he wants to pack you up and hide you away!】
Doudou’s alarm blared wildly in her mind—but its sleeping host knew nothing of it.
Ye Mochen sat on the sofa all night. Only when the sky began to pale did he rise silently and leave the room.
The door closed softly behind him, as if nothing from the night before had ever happened.