A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

After about five seconds, she slowly turned her head and glanced from the bottle of water all the way to Han Zhifan’s handsome complexion. Stunned, Cheng Weiwan’s lips twitched, tempted to ask: Why are you here? All of a sudden, she felt her stomach turn. The sensation made her hastily put her head down and throw up again.

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 vomiting to put the bottle of water close to her mouth again and said, ”Rinse your mouth first then drink some water. You’ll feel a little better.”

Cheng 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 did make her feel a lot better.

Lowering the 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 emotional than me, who writes romantic novels for a living...

With a tense look on her face, Cheng Weiwan said, ”I don’t feel so well, so I’m going to head upstairs to get some rest first.”

She didn’t wait for him to reply and added the words ”Goodbye.” Then she turned around and headed for the restroom door.

She was wearing a gown and high heels for tonight’s party. On typical days, she mostly wore flat shoes, so she wasn’t used to wearing heels and right now, she was drunk. Although she wasn’t a drunken mess, she was still a little tipsy. As she took a single step forward, her foot went flying. She almost fell to the ground, but luckily Han Zhifan had fast reflexes and grabbed her arm from behind.

”Which one is your room? I’ll take you.”

Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a moment then told him her room number.

When Cheng Weiwan 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 with work, and her mother passed away when she was young, so she would often be home alone from the age of thirteen. Maybe she was too used to being independent for so many years that she never thought about asking people 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 limp from the pain in her ankle. Han Zhifan felt her weight 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 blame and annoyance.

Cheng 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 intimately by a man before, Cheng Weiwan looked flustered. She instinctively tried to struggle out of Han Zhifan’s arms.

”Don’t move!” Han Zhifan tightened his grip and said with a concealed threat: ”If you move again, trust me when I say I’ll kiss you right here in the hallway!”

”You——” Cheng Weiwan only managed to blurt out one word when 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.