Chapter 377 Why Do Marshmallows Taste Like Alcohol (9)

Cheng Weiwan said "thank you" to Han Zhihui, took safflower oil from the medicine box on the coffee table, poured it into his palms, and rubbed it against the redness and swelling on his ankles.

Han Zhihui knew that she had studied medicine. Seeing that she had no intention of calling the doctor, he knew that she must not have twisted her muscles or bones, so he took care of it on her own.

He didn't say much nonsense, just sat aside and stared at her rubbing her ankles.

Her fingers are very beautiful, maybe because she has been typing on the keyboard all the time, or maybe because people who study medicine are a bit mysophobic, she doesn't have long nails like other girls, and her whole hands look clean and eye-catching.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but take another look. When she poured safflower oil into her palm again, he raised his head, glanced at her face, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you drink so much wine?"

Cheng Weiwan continued to move his hands, "Some social activities are still necessary, but there is also my problem. I am not a particularly good drinker. I will vomit after drinking a little."

"Girls, you should be careful when you are outside alone. Don't drink if you can help it."

Han Zhihui's tone was a bit careless, but Cheng Weiwan paused in rubbing his ankle.

It seemed like... no one had ever said anything like caring to her since she was little...

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes and stared at the redness and swelling of his ankle. He was silent for a moment. Just as he was about to say "hmm" to Han Zhihui, Han Zhihui's voice came again: "But, then again, you still There is a way to avoid drinking."

Cheng Weiwan swallowed the words on his lips, raised his head and looked at Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui smiled, "Be with me, my woman, and you don't need to entertain others."

Why do you go back to this topic when you have a disagreement...

Cheng Weiwan chose to ignore his words as before, lowered his head and continued to rub his ankle.

Cheng Weiwan put on makeup, took care of the ankle sprain, and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup. Han Zhihui was afraid that she would fall, so he followed her and circled her the whole time.

While Cheng Weiwan was brushing his teeth, Han Zhihui folded his arms, leaned against the door rail and stared at her.

While she was rinsing her mouth, Han Zhihui suddenly asked, "Shall I give you some life advice?"

The question came out of the blue, and Cheng Weiwan thought he was serious. After spitting out the water in his mouth, he turned around and asked, "What's your suggestion?"

Han Zhihui looked into Cheng Weiwan's eyes and said seriously, "Stay with me."

"You -" Cheng Weiwan, who heard Han Zhihui say similar words for the third time tonight, only said one word and was a little unable to come back. She glared at Han Zhihui fiercely and looked away, As if venting his dissatisfaction at being choked by Han Zhihui over and over again, even the movements of gargling his mouth became a little harsh.

Putting down the mouthwash cup, Cheng Weiwan limped toward the bathroom door. When he passed by Han Zhihui, the man suddenly stretched out his arm and picked her up.

"Han Zhihui, let me down, what are you going to do?!"

As if Han Zhihui didn't hear Cheng Weiwan's words, he walked straight to the bed and put her on the bed. Without waiting for her to react, he leaned over and put his arms on the quilt on both sides of her ears. , covering her body.

"What to do? What do you think I will do? After all, I am already in your room..."

Han Zhihui's face was only ten centimeters away from Cheng Weiwan's. His warm breath sprayed on her face as he spoke, making Cheng Weiwan even more panicked.