He didn't know exactly how many times he came, maybe three times, maybe four times.
All in all, he didn't withdraw from her until he was completely satisfied.
Tired to the point of exhaustion, he held on to his tiredness and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back, he glanced at her curled up in her bed. Without saying anything, he directly opened the quilt on the other half of the bed and fell down. **, close your eyes and go to sleep.
This time, Han Zhihui slept until dawn and didn't wake up until dawn.
The end result of hangover and indulgence is exhaustion and a splitting headache.
Han Zhihui rubbed his temples and frowned for a long time before he finally woke up.
Propping up his upper body, Han Zhihui glanced at the side. The other half of the bed was empty, with no sign of Cheng Weiwan.
He frowned slightly, not thinking deeply about where Cheng Weiwan had gone. He just felt that she should be accompanying her son now. He touched his phone and looked at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the morning. The company was still there at ten o'clock. One day, Han Zhihui lifted up the quilt and entered the bathroom with bare feet.
After washing up, Han Zhihui wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked to the makeup mirror. He picked up the hair dryer and was about to dry his hair when he caught sight of Cheng Weiwan out of the corner of his eye.
She wore a long white dress and lay on the guardrail of the balcony, holding her head high and staring at the bright sunshine without knowing what she was looking at.
Her back was very thin, and the wind blew her skirt and long hair flying in all directions.
Han Zhihui pressed the switch of the hair dryer for a moment. He stared at Cheng Weiwan for a while and then put the hair dryer down.
She seemed to hear the movement and turned to look at him.
She touched his figure, bit her lip, then lowered her gaze, slowly turned around, and faced him.
"Have you finished taking a shower?"
She actually took the initiative to speak out, which was somewhat beyond Han Zhihui's expectation. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he nodded lightly at her.
She didn't speak.
He turned on the hair dryer and blew his hair.
The whistling sound spread to every corner of the bedroom.
Halfway through blowing, Han Zhihui turned off the hair dryer and said to Cheng Weiwan, who had been looking at him but hesitated to speak: "Is something wrong?"
"Well..." Cheng Weiwan responded softly, as if he was thinking about how to say the next words. He was silent for a moment before moving his lips again: "... Hanhan is fine now, even the medicine he took orally , have stopped now. Dr. Luo comes to the house every day to check Hanhan and says that he is almost fully recovered now. I think... I should also move away from you... "
Han Zhihui's fingertips holding the hair dryer froze slightly.
When she came to his house and spoke to him for the first time, was it because she wanted to move away from him
This was supposed to be what he said to her... Now it came out of her mouth...
Han Zhihui didn't know whether he was angry with her for asking to leave first, or angry with her for leaving. His eyes suddenly sank.
"I have packed everything. Let me tell you, I will go see Hanhan later. After he takes a nap, I will leave..."
"Leave?" Before Cheng Weiwan finished speaking, Han Zhihui suddenly threw the hair dryer on the dressing table: "Have you paid off what you owe me? You just want to leave?"
"Don't forget, what was the deal between us? You sleep with me once, and I'll let you stay with your son for a day. I'll pay off what you owe me, and then get out!"
(End of chapter)