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!"
