389 Why Does Cotton Candy Taste Like Alcohol (9) 5yr

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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 beca