That night, Wen Mian was forced to sleep with Pei Zhiyao.
She had intended to lay him down and then quietly return to her bedroom to rest.
But Pei Zhiyao's body was too heavy, his arms like a thousand pounds each.
He hooked Wen Mian's arm with a grip, leaving her unable to move an inch.
Even if Wen Mian wanted to leave, she couldn't at that moment.
Whether Pei Zhiyao was doing it on purpose or not, he maintained this hold all night long, never letting go of Wen Mian.
By early morning, Wen Mian felt so uncomfortable from being held too tightly.
The woman instinctively patted Pei Zhiyao's shoulder, her voice whining as she spoke.
"Let me go."
Wen Mian took a deep breath, her voice of complaint growing louder.
"It's already past eight o'clock, you should sober up, right? Let me go, I have to go to work."
Seeing Wen Mian's complaining look, Pei Zhiyao couldn't help but open his eyes, looking at her with great dissatisfaction.
