It wasn't clear just how many times he came; maybe it was three times or maybe it was four times.
All in all, he only extracted himself from her body when he was in complete bliss.
In utter exhaustion, he resisted his tiredness and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. When he returned, he glanced at her silently curled up in bed and lifted his half of the covers. He slipped into bed, shut his eyes and fell asleep.
Han Zhifan didn't wake up until it was light out.
The result of his drunken sexual antics was an exhausted body and a splitting headache.
Han Zhifan rubbed his temples and tightly furrowed his brows for a while before forcing himself to wake up.
Han Zhifan sat upright then swept a glance at the empty half of the bed. The silhouette of Cheng Weiwan was gone.
He furrowed his brows slightly but didn't think too much of where Cheng Weiwan could be. He just figured she must be with his son. He picked up his phone and glanced at the time. It was nine in the morning and he had a meeting at ten at the office. Han Zhifan removed the covers and walked into the bathroom barefoot.
After freshening up, Han Zhifan wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked up to the vanity mirror. He grabbed the hairdryer and was just about to blowdry his hair when he caught the silhouette of Cheng Weiwan in the corner of his eye.
She was wearing a long white dress, and she was standing against the balcony railing with her head up, staring at the bright sunlight. Who knew what she was looking at.
She looked frail from behind as the wind blew her dress and long hair wildly in every direction.
Han Zhifan paused his finger on the hairdryer button. He stared at Cheng Weiwan for a short while then put the hairdryer down.
She turned her head and looked at him as though she heard his movements..
When her eyes met his, she gently bit her lips. She then lowered her gaze and slowly turned around to face him.
"You finished taking your shower?"
To Han Zhifan's disbelief, she actually spoke first. Confusion flashed in his eyes, but after a while, he gently nodded at her.
She didn't speak.
He turned on the hairdryer and dried his hair.
The whooshing sound traveled to every corner of the bedroom.
Halfway through, Han Zhifan turned the hairdryer off and blurted out to Cheng Weiwan, who had been staring at him all along: "Is there something you need?"
"Uh huh..." Cheng Weiwan gently responded and looked as though she was thinking about how to put her thoughts into words. After a moment of silence, she then moved her lips again. "...Hanhan is fine now. He's stopped taking the prescribed medicine now, and Dr. Luo will come to the house to check up on Hanhan every day. He's more or less completely recovered. I think... I should move out of your place now..."
Han Zhifan's fingers around the hairdryer tensed up.
After coming to my house, the first thing she took the initiative to tell me was that she wants to move out?
Those were words he should've said to her... But now, they were actually coming from her mouth...
Han Zhifan didn't know if he was mad that she beat him to suggesting that she leave, or if he was mad that she even wanted to leave. All of a sudden, his line of sight dropped.
"I've packed up everything. I'm just letting you know that I'll be leaving in a while after I see Hanhan and after he's had his afternoon nap..."
"Leaving?" Before Cheng Weiwan could finish, Han Zhifan suddenly threw the hairdryer on the dressing table. "Have you repaid what you owe me? You want to leave already?"
"Don't forget the deal between us from back then. If you sleep with me once, I'll let you stay by my son for one day. Repay what you owe before getting out!"