Speaking of this, Nangong Lin suddenly rembered. No wonder she felt she had forgotten sothing earlier; Alvin was still lying in bed.
"Should I really go?" Nangong Lin suddenly felt a bit troubled, "Will your Highness bla if you go?"
John: "..."
"If his Highness were to bla you, he wouldn’t have eaten everything you gave him," John said, "He threw up as soon as he got back."
Nangong Lin: "..."
Seems like this burden... ahem, is unavoidable. Unlucky.
"Alright then. I’ll go take a look," Nangong Lin said, "You go ahead, I’ll co over after changing my clothes."
Saying this, Nangong Lin closed the door.
John blinked at the door, thinking, wow, Second Miss, do you also love changing clothes so much? What a coincidence, my Highness loves it too!
Changing clothes is basically a major hobby, just like Nangong Lin’s style. Changing once at the door, that’s basic practice!
Even if he’s lying in bed now, he didn’t forget to change clothes before Mark ca. Is this a common habit among celebrities?
Nangong Lin went to change clothes, and for so reason, she felt a faint heartache, thinking that Alvin, this silly kid, is so foolish.
Not only did he just walk out with her wearing slippers, but ate so much and then threw up. Didn’t he know to say he’d already eaten and couldn’t eat that much?
She’s really impressed with him.
After changing clothes, Nangong Lin stepped out, and John was still waiting at the door. He then accompanied her to Alvin’s room.
John’s etiquette was impressive, very similar to Alvin’s.
This was the first ti Nangong Lin had co to Alvin’s bedroom. The apartnt was exquisitely decorated; Alvin hadn’t changed it, but the room housed many musical instrunts, guitars, drum sets, and saxophones, pianos. Nangong Lin blinked, finding it quite novel.
"Then you chat with His Highness for a while, I’ll go make you a glass of juice," John said as he guided Nangong Lin into the room, and then retreated, closing the door.
Alvin, who had been lying with his eyes closed, was suddenly overjoyed when he heard the noise. Was Nangong Lin here?
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Nangong Lin’s beautiful and charming figure standing by the door, sowhat uneasy.
However, her bright eyes and curious gaze were wandering around at his musical instrunts, completely forgetting she was here to visit a "patient"!
Her eyes, filled with curiosity, were incredibly pretty, making her even more likable.
His eyes followed her every move, not the least bit upset she had forgotten about him, instead, he particularly liked her clueless deanor and her wandering mind.
Being with her, he felt so happy, a kind of happiness he had never experienced before, truly from the heart.
Even without saying words of love or affection, just simple everyday conversations made him incredibly joyous, as if all worries could be forgotten.
He had never realized how adorable this woman was.
Nangong Lin indeed forgot Alvin’s presence, completely captivated by all the high-end musical instrunts in the room, particularly that saxophone.
Nangong Lin personally loved saxophones, finding them particularly romantic and lodious. She had even thought of learning it before.
But saxophones are heavy, plus she felt girls didn’t look good playing it, so she gave up and just enjoyed listening.
Alvin watched as her fair little hand caressed the saxophone hanging on the wall with a face of admiration.
"You like saxophones?" Alvin spoke, his voice a bit hoarse.
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