Nangong Lin stared speechlessly at the closed door, finally pouting. Well, given that he's both dumb and pathetic, she'll indulge him a bit.
Nangong Lin downed the juice in her cup in one gulp, then picked up the milk and headed to Alvin's room.
He had his eyes closed, seemingly resting. His face didn't look as pale anymore.
"Have some milk," Nangong Lin said as she walked over and sat by the bed.
Alvin opened his eyes, sat up, and stared at her, asking, "Is it hot?"
"It shouldn't be," Nangong Lin replied, anyway the cup felt like a good temperature.
"Try it," Alvin continued to stare at her.
"Oh." Nangong Lin blinked, wondering, try it, how?
She couldn't disgustingly stick her finger into the milk to test the temperature, right?
Seemingly noticing Nangong Lin's embarrassment, Alvin kindly suggested, "Take a sip to try."
Only then did Nangong Lin realize, yes, she could take a sip first.
