Novel Full Chapter 389: Why Does Cotton Candy Taste Like Alcohol (9)
Chapter 389: Why Does Cotton Candy Taste Like Alcohol (9)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Cheng Weiwan thanked Han Zhifan then found some red flower oil from the medical kit on the coffee table. She poured it into her palms and rubbed her red, swollen ankle.
Han Zhifan knew she studied medicine before, so seeing as she didn't call for a doctor, he figured that she knew it wasn't sprained and could take care of it on her own.
Without talking any nonsense, he took a seat beside her and stared at her as she rubbed her ankle.
Her fingers were really beautiful. She probably typed away on a keyboard all year round and students of medicine probably had a little OCD, so she didn't have long nails like other girls. Her hands were completely clean and easy on the eyes.
Han Zhifan couldn't help but glance at her as she poured the red flower oil into her palms again. When she lifted her head, he looked at her face and quietly asked, "Why did you drink so much?"
Cheng Weiwan stopped what she was doing. "I had to entertain some people so I had to drink, but it was also my fault because I can't really take my alcohol. I throw up after just a little drinking."
"A woman out by herself must be careful. Don't drink if you can help it."
Han Zhifan's tone of voice was lighthearted, but he managed to suddenly stop Cheng Weiwan from rubbing her ankles for a moment.
Maybe he's right... Ever since I was a kid, nobody ever said such caring words to me...
Cheng Weiwan lowered her eyes and stared at her swollen ankles quietly for a moment. Just as she was going to give Han Zhifan an "Mhm," he spoke again. "But, that being said, there's another way for you to not have to drink."
Cheng Weiwan swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue and turned to look over at Han Zhifan.
Han Zhifan smiled. "Be with me. My woman doesn't need to entertain other people."
How did the conversation end up this way...
Cheng Weiwan chose to ignore him and continued to rub her ankle with her head lowered.
After Cheng Weiwan finished caring for her ankle, she went into the bathroom to remove her makeup. Han Zhifan was afraid she'd trip on the way, so he accompanied her all the way to the bathroom.
When Cheng Weiwan brushed her teeth, Han Zhifan was leaning against the door, staring at her with his arms crossed.
When she was rinsing her mouth, Han Zhifan suddenly asked, "Let me give you a suggestion."
His words came all of a sudden. Cheng Weiwan thought he was serious, so after she spat the water out, she asked in return, "What suggestion?"
Han Zhifan looked into Cheng Weiwan's eyes and said with complete seriousness, "Be with me."
"You——" That was the third time Cheng Weiwan heard Han Zhifan say those words that night. She let out just one word, but couldn't quite come back from it. She stared menacingly at Han Zhifan then looked away like she was annoyed at his incessant attempts. She continued to rinse her mouth even more fiercely.
After she put down the cup, Cheng Weiwan limped over to the bathroom door. When she passed by Han Zhifan, he suddenly reached out and scooped her up.
"Han Zhifan, put me down! What do you want to do?!"
Han Zhifan walked straight towards the bed as though he hadn't heard Cheng Weiwan. He put her down on the bed, and before she could react, he leaned over. With his hands by both her ears, he hovered over her body.
"Do? What do you think I want to do? After all, I'm in your room..."
Han Zhifan's face was no more than ten inches away from Cheng Weiwan's face. The warmth of his breath sprayed all over her face, making Cheng Weiwan's heart flustered.