Nangong Lin was silent for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but slap his hand, cursing, "Are you stupid!"
In her excitement, she didn’t even notice she was hitting Alvin’s hand that was receiving an IV drip.
This made things awkward.
Alvin was caught off guard and couldn’t hold back a muffled groan, which jolted Nangong Lin to her senses, gosh, gosh, gosh.
"Ah, I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?" Nangong Lin quickly apologized upon realizing, "Does it hurt? Is it, is it bleeding?"
As she spoke, she carefully lifted his hand to take a look.
"It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt at all." Alvin smiled and, with a swift motion, took Nangong Lin’s hand into his palm.
Nangong Lin was stunned, the warmth from his palm made her feel anxious and unsettled.
Even though the temperature of his hand wasn’t hot, it burned her.
"Hey, don’t move your hand!" Nangong Lin withdrew her hand and held his hand down, "If you keep moving, you’ll need to be pricked again!"
"Just like this is fine." Alvin touched her fingertip with his, his smile childlike.
Nangong Lin froze, his somewhat silly demeanor left her speechless.
She didn’t say anything, nor did she oppose Alvin’s fingertip touching hers.
Her acceptance made a strong feeling burst forth in Alvin’s heart, he really liked it, really liked things being this way.
The mood was subtly perfect, but John just had to burst in, smiling brightly, saying, "Miss, I juiced some fruit for you."
Alvin’s face turned dark.
John, unaware, continued cheerfully, "Mark said His Highness shouldn’t eat anything else for now, but having vomited, his stomach is quite empty, and he can drink some milk. I’ve warmed it for him, should I bring it in?"
But surely this is wrong, Alvin used to like Nangong Ran, infatuation at first sight, and liked her a lot.
Being with Alvin feels so odd!
Moreover, just thinking about how Alvin liked Nangong Ran so much makes her feel uncomfortable for some reason.
So, what on earth should she do!
John ran out, seeing Nangong Lin still sipping juice, he respectfully said, "Miss, I need to go out for a bit, could you look after His Highness?"
"Hm?" Nangong Lin raised her eyes, about to say something, but John went ahead, "Thank you so much, Miss."
"Hey, hey, hey." Nangong Lin called out anxiously, but John was gone in a flash, faster than a rabbit, darting out of the house.
His speed was akin to heading for a competition.

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