Zhou Jingwei's laughter was low and playful as if he was half-serious, "Well, then I'm just in a bad mood."
Cheng Weiyue was stunned for a while before she caught on, pretending to be annoyed as she glared at him, "Are you fooling me?"
"I'm sorry," Zhou Jingwei replied with a deep chuckle, his beautiful, profound eyes unwaveringly on Cheng Weiyue, "Don't be mad, okay?"
The latter no longer had the heart to be upset and softly said she wasn't mad anymore.
Later, as the night deepened, Zhou Jingwei took a shawl from nearby and draped it over Cheng Weiyue's shoulders, asking her if she was tired.
Cheng Weiyue yawned without any defenses, leaning toward him, and her breath warmed his heart.
"I'm a little sleepy, shall we go home?"
Zhou Jingwei kissed her earlobe, his voice a bit hoarse, "There's a room here."
Cheng Weiyue's sleepiness mostly dissipated. She looked up at Zhou Jingwei, her voice not quite steady, "Are we...are we staying here?"