Wen Mian deliberately teased with the intention of seeing Pei Zhiyao lose face.
Sure enough, the man sharply inhaled a cool breath, his gaze changing slightly.
But when he looked back at Wen Mian, she already posed with an air of indifference, even shrugging her shoulders and raising her eyebrows at Pei Zhiyao.
"If you're jealous, I'll go home with you to rest, but if you aren't, I'll continue staying at the hospital. What do you think?"
The words 'go home with you' were incredibly tempting.
Having said that, Wen Mian's gaze was too provoking, so much so that Pei Zhiyao couldn't bear to keep looking.
"You..."
The man opened his mouth, then contradicted what Wen Mian had suggested.
Even if Pei Zhiyao wanted to take Wen Mian home, he had to retrieve his dignity in front of her at this moment.
"Don't talk nonsense, I think it's you who wants to go home with me for recuperation and are too embarrassed to say it outright, using this tactic, right?"
