With Wen Mian's pleading, Pei Zhiyao was ultimately forced to calm down.
The impulsivity of just a moment ago had completely dissipated, leaving only indifference and helplessness.
Wen Mian knitted her brows, took a deep breath, then cast her gaze on Pei Zhiyao, waiting for his next move.
But the man abruptly grabbed hold of Wen Mian's hand, striding purposefully towards the exit.
"Let's go, I see you can't sleep either. I'll order some takeout for you, eat something first, and tomorrow I'll take you out for a feast."
Feasts and such no longer mattered.
For Wen Mian, making it through the night smoothly in front of Pei Zhiyao was already more than enough.
The two sat on the sofa and waited until around four o'clock.
When the takeout finally arrived, Wen Mian ran excitedly to the door to fetch it.
Pei Zhiyao followed behind, looking at Wen Mian with indulgent eyes.
"Do you want a bite?"
Throughout the meal, Wen Mian's repeated teasing made Pei Zhiyao's heart flutter.