Alvin looked at her for a long while, finally got up and adjusted the air conditioning to a suitable temperature, placed a thin blanket over her, and then turned to leave.
By the ti he returned, it was almost midnight; this ordeal was quite exhausting.
John was waiting at ho for Alvin, and upon seeing him return, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Why is His Highness covered in lipstick!!!
And it’s almost midnight, coming out of Nangong Lin’s room, it’s obvious what happened!
Seems like it was full of passion, damn, for so reason he suddenly got excited!
John looked at him in surprise, but Alvin didn’t say anything as he walked straight to the wine cabinet, pulling out a bottle and a glass, expertly uncorking and pouring the wine.
The crimson liquid lustfully rolled down the rim like rubies, Alvin’s expression was calm and unaffected; despite his painted face, it didn’t diminish his handso deanor or noble aura one bit.
"Your Highness!" John’s voice couldn’t conceal his excitent, quickly stepping forward, "Did you... with Miss Nangong?"
John’s straightforward question was due to the openness of Country B.
Alvin set down the wine glass and seriously looked at John, a hint of sorrow between his defined brows, seeming fleeting, barely passing.
"You’re overthinking it." He finally tossed out a line, finishing the glass of wine in one gulp.
As the wineglass was set down, he said, "I need to rest now, don’t disturb ."
Tall and slender, he strode off, leaving John puzzled as he stared at his incredibly alluring back, starting to ponder.
This doesn’t make sense!
In Country B, a sixteen-year-old boy is considered a joke, although Royal Family mbers are expected to stay virtuous, it’s rare for soone like Alvin at twenty-four to remain inexperienced.
Years ago, soone in the Royal Family joked that Alvin was so absorbed in art, he forgot what life is, but maybe he vaguely understood, he was waiting for love.
Finally, love at first sight ca along, with his excellence surely leading to blossoming results, but who would’ve thought before the flower could bloom, even the roots were uprooted, causing woe.
Turns out in this world, even if you’re outstanding, love isn’t guaranteed.
Perhaps echoing the Empire’s ancient saying, each flower appeals to different eyes.
John called the Queen, who was quite drunk as well, the King answered, and promptly scolded John thoroughly.
John felt he deserved it; knowing well the Royal Family’s brewed wine had strong effects, knowing it was already midnight, yet he still called, who else would get scolded?
However, he was just excited, though Alvin denied it, but his lips were covered in lipstick!
Damn, it was purely passion incarnate!
If he rembered correctly, at dinner Miss Nangong Lin wore this very color!
This was insanely passionate, staining His Highness’s mouth like that!
John imagined a scene, laughing like a fool, then contentedly went to sleep, thinking the Queen was remarkably wise with such foresight!
A night passed.
The next day, Nangong Lin woke up from sharp pain, her body instinctively flinched, causing her to gasp from the intensity.
What happened?
She squinted, glancing at her ankle, shocked to find her fair, delicate ankle swollen, resembling a pig’s hoof.
Nangong Lin stared in wide-eyed surprise, damn, what’s going on here?
Fragnted mories rushed in but were unclear, clearly a blackout from drinking too much.
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