Cheng Weiwan said "thank you" to Han Zhihui, turned over the safflower oil from the medicine box on the coffee table, poured it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it against the red and swollen part of his ankle.

Han Zhihui knew that she had studied medicine, and seeing that she didn't mean to call a doctor, he knew that she must not have twisted her muscles and bones, so she dealt with it by herself.

He didn't talk too much nonsense, just sat on the sidelines, staring at her knee-rubbing movements.

Her fingers are very beautiful, probably typing on the keyboard all year round, and probably people who study medicine are a little clean, not like other girls, with long nails, and the whole hand looks clean and eye-catching.

Han Zhihui couldn't help but look at it twice, and 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's movements in his hands did not stop, "Some socializing, it is still necessary, but there are also my problems, I don't drink very well, and I will vomit if I drink a little." ”

"Girls, if you are out alone, you still have to be careful, and if you can, you don't drink."

Han Zhihui's tone was a little careless, but Cheng Weiwan's action of rubbing his ankles paused.

It seems like...... Growing up, no one ever said anything similar to her concern......

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes, stared at the redness and swelling of his ankles, was silent for a moment, and was just about to say "um" to Han Zhihui, when Han Zhihui's voice came again: "However, then again, you have another way to keep yourself from drinking." ”

Cheng Weiwan swallowed the words that came to his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Han Zhihui.

Han Zhihui smiled, "With me, my woman, you don't need to entertain others." ”

How can you go around this topic without saying a word......

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

Cheng Weiwan put on makeup, and after dealing with the sprain on her ankle, she went to the bathroom to remove her makeup, Han Zhihui was afraid that she would fall, so he followed her the whole process and circled her.

When Cheng Weiwan brushed his teeth, Han Zhihui crossed his arms and leaned against the doorrail to stare at her.

When she rinsed her mouth, Han Zhihui suddenly asked, "Let me give you personal life advice, right?" ”

Cheng Weiwan thought he was serious, and after spitting out the water in his mouth, he turned his head and asked, "What advice?" ”

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

"You-" Cheng Weiwan, who heard Han Zhihui say something similar for the third time tonight, only said one word, and she couldn't get it back, she glared at Han Zhihui fiercely, and then withdrew her gaze, as if venting her dissatisfaction with being choked by Han Zhihui three or four times, and even the action of gargling became a little fierce.

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

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

As if he hadn't heard Cheng Weiwan's words, Han Zhihui walked straight to the side of the bed and put her on the bed, without waiting for her to react, he leaned over and put his arms on the futon on both sides of her ear, covering her body.

"What to do? What do you think I'll do? I'm in your room after all......"

Han Zhihui's face was only ten centimeters away from Cheng Weiwan's face, and the warm breath of his speech was all sprayed on her face, which made Cheng Weiwan's heart more and more flustered.