Taking Medicine (6)

Cheng Weiwan dawdled for a long time in the bathroom before pulling the door open and walking out.

Han Zhifan, who was tasting wine in the living room, had walked into the master bedroom. He was standing in front of the tall windows near the balcony, smoking.

He didn't look back, but judging by the sound of movement from the bedroom, he could tell that she had come out. "Come here," he said in a flat voice.

Cheng Weiwan stood at the bathroom door for a while before taking little steps over to him. 

He must've been waiting impatiently. After he sensed her breathing, he put out the cigarette between his fingers, turned around and reached out to grab her wrist. He dragged her to the tall windows then pressed his body up against hers, lowered his head and covered her lips.

Cheng Weiwan was far too familiar with this picture.