Chapter 376 Why Do Marshmallows Taste Like Alcohol (8)

After about five seconds, she slowly turned her head and looked up along the bottle of water. When she touched Han Zhihui's handsome face, Cheng Weiwan was slightly stunned and moved. She moved her lips, wanting to say "Why are you here?", but her stomach suddenly turned, causing her to hurriedly lower her head and vomit.

Han Zhihui quickly placed the water bottle on the sink, stretched out his hand and gently patted Cheng Weiwan's back.

After she stopped vomiting, he picked up the water bottle again and handed it to her mouth: "Rinse your mouth first and then drink water. It will feel better."

Cheng Weiwan said nothing and did as Han Zhihui said.

After swallowing the slightly cold water down her throat, as he said, it really made her feel much better.

She moved her lips away from the mouth of the bottle, turned on the faucet, washed her face, took out a tissue, wiped the water on her face and hands, then stood up, faced Han Zhihui, and whispered: " Thanks."

Why does this person always talk about love whenever she disagrees? He is more sensational than she, who writes romance novels...

Cheng Weiwan had a sullen face, pretending not to hear Han Zhihui's words, and said aloud: "I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll go upstairs to rest first."

After saying that, she added "goodbye" without waiting for his response, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom door.

Tonight's banquet, she needed to wear a dress, paired with high heels. She was used to being casual on weekdays, and mostly wore flat shoes. She was not used to wearing high heels. Now that she had drunk wine, she was not completely drunk. , but she was also a little dizzy. After taking only two steps, the soles of her feet floated and she almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Han Zhihui, who was standing behind her, reacted quickly and held her arm in time.

"Which room are you in? I'll send you there."

Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a while and then called out the name of the room.

Just when she almost fell, Cheng Weiwan accidentally sprained her ankle. Although Han Zhihui helped her walk, she felt a terrible pain in her foot every time she took a step.

Her father, Cheng Weiguo, was busy at work and her mother passed away early. She had often been at home alone since she was thirteen years old. She was probably used to being independent for many years. She had never taken the initiative to ask for help, so even though her legs were weak from the pain, she He didn't tell Han Zhihui either.

Entering the elevator and arriving at the floor where Cheng Weiwan lived, when he came out of the elevator, Cheng Weiwan couldn't hold back the pain in his ankle, and his leg went soft. Han Zhihui felt the weight, lowered his head slightly, and then saw Her originally fair and slender ankles had become red and swollen.

"You sprained your foot, why didn't you say anything?" Han Zhihui's tone was a bit reproachful and displeased.

Cheng Weiwan lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Han Zhihui stared at her for a moment, then suddenly bent over and hugged her sideways.

Cheng Weiwan, who had never been in such close contact with a man, looked panicked and instinctively wanted to struggle out of Han Zhihui's arms.

"Don't move!" Han Zhihui tightened his grip on his fingers and hid a threat: "If you move again, believe it or not, I will kiss you in the corridor!"

"You -" Cheng Weiwan only said one word. When he saw Han Zhihuizhen's face approaching, he was so frightened that he quickly turned his head away and became quiet.

After all, she was still a little unaccustomed to being held by a man like this, and Cheng Weiwan's body was frighteningly stiff.

After opening the door and waiting for Han Zhihui to put himself on the sofa, Cheng Weiwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.