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Chapter 388: Why Does Cotton Candy Taste Like Alcohol (8)

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After about five seconds, she slowly turned her head and glanced from the bottle of water all the way to Han Zhifan's handso Weiwan's lips twitched, tempted to ask: Why are you here? All of a sudden, she felt her stomach turn The sensation ain

Han Zhifan quickly put the bottle of water on the counter and reached his hand out to gently pat Cheng Weiwan's back

He waited until after she finished voain and said, "Rinse your mouth first then drink so Weiwan didn't say anything and followed Han Zhifan's instructions obediently

After the mildly cold water flowed down her throat and into her stomach, it was just as he said - it really didthe bottle, she turned the tap on and washed her face Then she grabbed a towel to wipe her face and hands dry She finally straightened up, faced Han Zhifan, and gently said, "Thank you"

This guy He doesn't usually talk, but when he does, he says romantic words He sounds more e

With a tense look on her face, Cheng Weiwan said, "I don't feel so well, so I'et some rest first"

She didn't wait for him to reply and added the words "Goodbye" Then she turned around and headed for the restrooht's party On typical days, sheheels and right now, she was drunk Although she wasn't a drunken le step forward, her foot went flying She alround, but luckily Han Zhifan had fast reflexes and grabbed her arm fro Weiwan hesitated for aWeiwan almost tripped up, she accidentally twisted her ankle Even though Han Zhifan supported her as she walked, she felt a piercing pain in her leg with every step

Her father, Cheng Weiguo, was always busy ork, and her , so she would often be hoe of thirteen Maybe she was too used to being independent for sopeople for help Even though she twisted her ankle, she didn't tell Han Zhifan

After getting into the elevator and reaching Cheng Weiwan's floor, her leg couldn't help but go liht shift, lowered his head slightly then saw that her fair, slender ankle was red and swollen

"You twisted your ankle Why didn't you say anything?" Han Zhifan's tone of voice sounded like there were hints of bla Weiwan lowered her eyes without saying a word

Han Zhifan stared at her for a moment then suddenly bent over and lifted her off her feet

Having never been touched so inti Weiwan looked flustered She instinctively tried to struggle out of Han Zhifan's arrip and said with a concealed threat: "If you ht here in the hallway!"

"You——" Cheng Weiwan only ed to blurt out one hen she saw Han Zhifan really drawing closer She swiftly turned her head then quieted down

Cheng Weiwan tensed her body in fear as she still wasn't quite used to being carried by a man

He opened the door After Han Zhifan put her down on the sofa, Cheng Weiwan silently let out a sigh of relief