"Pei Qingqing didn't do anything excessive to you just now, did she?"
After returning to their room, the two lay down on the same bed to rest.
Wen Mian had just covered herself with the blanket and was about to fall asleep when Pei Zhiyao couldn't help but express his concern for her.
Consequently, Wen Mian subconsciously looked over, compelled to exchange a few more words with Pei Zhiyao.
"No, but Pei, you seem to have quite an affinity with the opposite sex—your own sister even takes such an interest in your love life. If one didn't know any better, they might think..."
Wen Mian, in a moment of impulsiveness, blurted it out without any reservation.
"If one didn't know any better, they might think you and Pei Qingqing have some improper relationship, or perhaps, that Pei Qingqing has feelings for you."
After those words, Pei Zhiyao was silent for a good while, obviously struck by the crux of what Wen Mian had said.
