Ye Mochen’s footsteps showed no intention of turning toward his own room, stopping directly in front of her door instead.
The wall lamp at the end of the corridor cast a warm yellow light, stretching his tall shadow so long that it almost enveloped her entirely.
Ran Weiyi turned around and looked up at him. “We’re at the door now. You should rest early too.”
But Ye Mochen didn’t move or speak. He simply lowered his gaze to look at her, his overly handsome face revealing a hint of grievance.
He didn’t want to part from her, even if it was just a wall separating them.
If he couldn’t see her, he would miss her terribly.
The tenderness he had shown downstairs was gone from his deep eyes, replaced instead by a stubbornness, as if he would stand there until dawn if she dared to tell him to leave again.
Ran Weiyi sighed inwardly, feeling both helpless and amused. This man, who was so decisive in front of others, privately behaved like a child who refused to leave without getting candy.
Reasoning with him was futile. The only way was to spoil him and go along with his whims.
She took a step forward, rising on tiptoe in her rabbit slippers. Slightly unsteady, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his tall frame down toward her.
The motion brought her entire body flush against his chest. The crisp, pleasant scent of the man instantly enveloped her.
His body stiffened for a moment, clearly not expecting her to do this.
Ran Weiyi tilted her head up and pressed her lips to his. It wasn’t a fleeting peck but a soft, soothing caress.
She could clearly feel the man’s tense body instantly relax. The stubbornness from earlier seemed to have been completely drained away by this kiss, melting into something tender and pliant.
He even obediently lowered his head to make it easier for her to kiss him, raising the hands that had been hanging at his sides to gently rest on her waist. The warmth of his palms seeped through her thin clothes.
His Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously in his throat, emitting a soft swallow.
After a moment, Ran Weiyi released him, her voice soft and gentle.
“Go to sleep.”
This time, it wasn’t a suggestion but a coaxing command.
Ye Mochen finally reacted. His tall frame stiffened for a moment before the stubbornness completely dissipated.
He stared at her lips, now slightly moist from the kiss, his gaze gradually darkening like ink that refused to dissolve.
After a long pause, he finally let out a low, hoarse response from his throat.
“Mm.”
Though he agreed, the hand on her waist didn’t loosen, and he didn’t move an inch.
[Doudou, sis, affection value +10! That kiss really hit him right in the heart!]
The System’s prompt echoed in her mind, but Ran Weiyi had no time to pay attention.
Because not only did Ye Mochen not let go, he tightened his arm around her waist even more, with a force so strong it felt as if he wanted to press her into his very bones and blood. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, his striking red hair brushing against her delicate skin, tickling her.
His voice came muffled from her shoulder, tinged with an 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, raising her hand to pat his broad back as if comforting a large dog unwilling to return to its kennel.”Alright, it’s just next door, not far at all.”
“Far!”
He immediately retorted, lifting his head. His deep eyes fixed intently on her, the emotions within startlingly intense. “I want to see you every single moment.”
His words were blunt and domineering, causing Ran Weiyi’s heartbeat to skip a beat.
She looked at the person before her—just a second ago, he seemed pitiful and aggrieved, but now he was saying the clingiest words with the fiercest expression. This contrast softened her heart.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. For now, go to sleep.” She tapped his chest with her fingertip, her tone leaving no room for argument. “That’s an order.”
The word “order” seemed to flip a specific switch.
The obsession and grievance in Ye Mochen’s eyes instantly faded. He stared at her for a long moment, as if trying to etch her image into his very bones.
Finally, he relented, slowly loosening the arm wrapped around her waist.
Just as Ran Weiyi thought he was about to leave, he suddenly leaned down and planted a firm, purposeful kiss on her lips, carrying a hint of triumph.
“Goodnight.”
With those two words, he turned and walked toward his room, his steps steady and his back straight, showing no trace of the stubbornness from just moments ago.
Even after the door closed, Ran Weiyi remained standing in place, her thumb unconsciously brushing her lips, as if the lingering warmth of his domineering kiss still remained.
This madman… turned out to be a clingy one.
[Warning! Warning! Target possessiveness continues to skyrocket! Sister, congratulations on successfully unlocking the hidden attribute: Clingy Demon King!] In her mind, Doudou’s electronic voice chirped noisily.
Ran Weiyi raised an eyebrow.
Clingy Demon King?
That description… was surprisingly fitting.
…
On the other side.
Ye Mochen returned to his room but felt no desire to sleep.
The closed door blocked her from view, but it couldn’t stop the thoughts wildly sprouting in his mind.
The soft touch and sweet scent of her lips seemed to linger. He raised his hand, gently brushing his thumb over his own lips. The memory of her standing on tiptoe to plant that kiss replayed in his mind over and over.
Excitement, restlessness, and an unprecedented sense of unreality washed over him.
He was Ran Weiyi’s boyfriend.
This realization made his heart pound like a drum.
He stood in his room for a long time, the air around him seeming to grow oppressive with his agitation.
His gaze fell heavily on the wall.
A few minutes later, the handle of Ran Weiyi’s door was slowly pressed down with a steady, precise force, the entire process making not a single sound.
Ye Mochen’s tall figure slipped inside, his movements as light as a leopard stalking through the night.
The room was quiet, filled only with the girl’s soft, steady breathing.
The air was suffused with her unique, delicate fragrance—a scent that seemed alive, instantly soothing all the restlessness in his heart.
He didn’t turn on the light. By the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, his gaze accurately settled on the small figure on the bed.
She was sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed a healthy pink from deep sleep. One hand rested obediently by the pillow, while the other still clutched the corner of the blanket. Perhaps she was having a pleasant dream, as the corners of her lips were slightly upturned.
Ye Mochen’s footsteps were silent as he walked to the sofa by the bed and sat down. His tall frame sank into the soft fabric, yet his back remained as straight and firm as a pine tree.Those eyes, which had once stirred countless storms of bloodshed, now shed all their ferocity and crimson, leaving only a pure, almost greedy focus.
His world, in the past, had only been screams, shattering, and endless darkness. It had been a long time since he had experienced such a peaceful night.
And now, this small, warm, sweet-scented room was his entire world. He looked at her like a dying traveler in the desert seeing the only oasis.
Satisfaction and possessiveness swelled, almost bursting from his chest. He wanted to touch her, to caress her face, to confirm this reality. Yet he feared disturbing this tranquility.
In the end, he only slowly extended his hand, tracing her outline in the air—from her full forehead to her delicate nose, then to her slightly pouted lips.
His.
Could only be his.
[Warning! Target’s possessiveness value has reached a critical point! Sister, it seems like he wants to pack you up and hide you away!]
In his mind, Doudou’s alarm blared frantically, but unfortunately, the sleeping owner remained completely unaware.
Ye Mochen sat on the sofa all night, until the horizon began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, before silently rising and leaving the room.
The door closed softly, as if nothing had happened the night before.