Chapter 389: How does marshmallow have a wine taste (9)

Cheng Weiwan replied "Thank you" to Han Zhi, so he turned the safflower oil from the medicine box on the coffee table, poured it in his palm, and rubbed it at the red and swollen area of ​​his ankle.
Han Zhihui knew that she had studied medicine. Seeing that she didn't call the doctor, she knew that she hadn't twisted her bones before handling it herself.
Without much nonsense, he sat directly aside, staring at her rubbing her ankles.
Her fingers are beautiful, probably typing on the keyboard all the year round, or maybe the people who study medicine have a bit of cleanliness. Unlike other girls, they have long nails and their entire hands look clean and eye-catching.
Han Zhihui couldn't help but look at it twice. When she poured safflower oil into her palm again, she looked up and looked at her face, and asked in a low voice, "How did you drink so much wine?"
Cheng Weiwan's movements continued, "Some entertainment is still necessary, but there are also my problems. I don't drink very well, and I will vomit if I drink a little."
"Girl, if you are alone, be careful. You can drink without drinking."
Han Zhihui's tone was a little careless, but Cheng Weiwei's movement of rubbing his ankles came to a halt.
It seems...from small to big, no one has said similar concerns to her...
Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyes and stared at the redness of his ankle, silent for a moment, just preparing to sing Han Zhihui's "um", Han Zhihui's voice came again: "However, after saying that again, you still There is a way to save yourself from drinking alcohol."
When Cheng Weiwan swallowed to his mouth, he looked up and looked at Han Zhihui.
Han Zhihui raised a smile, "With me, my woman, do not need to entertain others."
Why don't you go around this topic if you don't agree?
Cheng Weiwan, as before, chose to ignore him and bow his head to continue rubbing his ankle.
Cheng Weiwan applied makeup and treated the sprained ankle, and went to the bathroom to remove makeup. Han Zhihui feared that she would fall and followed her all the way around her.
When Cheng Weiwan brushed his teeth, Han Zhihui held his arms and leaned on the door rail to stare at her.
While she was rinsing her mouth, Han Zhihui suddenly asked out, "May I give you personal health advice?"
Suddenly asked, Cheng Weiwei thought he was serious, and after spitting out the water in his mouth, he turned and asked, "What advice?"
Han Zhi returned to look at Cheng Weiwan's eyes and said seriously, "Stay with me."
"You—" It was not too late for the third time tonight to hear Han Zhihui say something similar. She only said one word, and some could not come back. She glared at Han Zhihui fiercely and took back her eyes. Like venting his dissatisfaction with being choked by Han Zhihui three times or four times, even the movement of gargle becomes a bit harsh.
Putting down the mouthwash cup, Cheng Weiwan limped and jumped out of the bathroom door. When passing 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?"
Han Zhihui didn't seem to hear Cheng Weiwan's words. He walked straight to the bed and placed her on the bed. He didn't wait for her to react, so he leaned over and propped his arms on the bedding on both sides of her ears. , Covered her.
"What? Do you think I will do something? After all, I'm in your room..."
Han Zhihui's face was ten centimeters away from Cheng Weiwan's face, but he spoke warmly, all of which sprayed on her face, causing Cheng Weiwan's heart to panic more and more.