Alvin’s routine is very standard; he wakes up early in the morning to practice martial arts, then has breakfast.
But after finishing breakfast, for so reason, he just opened the door and bumped into Nangong Lin, and then he went with her.
Later, he sent a text saying he was at Nangong Lin’s place.
John was overjoyed at first, but then things turned out like this when he ca back!
"I’m at the door, didn’t go in." Alvin frowned.
"Did you eat sothing again? Otherwise, why are you vomiting?"
Speaking of this, Alvin actually laughed, his handso and charming face still a bit pale, but it couldn’t hide his charming smile as he said, "Well, Nangong Lin brought breakfast."
John: "..."
John almost covered his face, Emma, you went to her house, and she didn’t even let you in. She just brought you a little breakfast, and you’re smiling like this? You’re being really dumb, you know that?
And you’ve already had breakfast, why eat more!
"What did she bring?" John couldn’t help but ask, "If it were just an egg and a bottle of milk, or so pastries and snacks, Alvin shouldn’t have thrown up."
"Soy milk and fried dough sticks." Alvin said, the smile on his lips growing a bit more as he showed his neat, white teeth, looking like a child.
"How much?" John asked again.
"Two cups of soy milk, five fried dough sticks." Alvin answered honestly, originally wanting to say it tasted good, but now his mind was full of that oily taste, really feeling a bit stifled.
John’s eyes widened, and he got anxious all of a sudden, "Your Highness, don’t you know you can’t overeat?"
"I know." Alvin looked at John and answered seriously, looking particularly sweet-natured.
Seeing this, John was instantly softened.
"Then why did you eat so much?" John couldn’t help but mutter, "I’ll call a doctor over to take a look at you."
Alvin acted as if he didn’t hear John’s words, instead propping up his head, raising a smile as if he had entered so realm, and muttered to himself, "She gave it to to eat; no matter how much, I have to finish it."
John: "..."
John was almost at his wit’s end. Damn it, hoping you’d fall in love a little, but not hoping you’d be so deeply poisoned!
John looked up speechlessly, dialing the phone, and complained about Alvin, "Your Highness, are you really stupid or fake dumb? Whatever she lets you eat, you eat, so if she lets you eat a hundred, would you eat that too?"
"I would." Alvin glared at John with displeasure.
John: "..."
Damn, he wants to resign!
"I’ve called the doctor for you; it’s Mark." John said to Alvin after finishing the call, "He told you last ti that you absolutely can’t overeat, otherwise your stomach can’t handle it."
"Getting an IV will be fine." Alvin frowned slightly, as a faint burning pain ca from his stomach.
John: "..."
Your Highness, you’re really risking your health for love, sob sob sob.
"Alright, don’t disturb , call in sick for , I’m not going in today." Alvin said as he stood up, a more intense burning pain spreading from his stomach, which made his brows knit even tighter.
"Sigh." John shook his head as he watched Alvin’s tall silhouette.
He knew His Highness was always a bit crazy, usually very calm, even a bit cold.
Once involved in emotions, he turns into a madman, went crazy once before with the fourth young lady, and now with the second young lady, it’s probably an even more thorough madness.
Clearly knowing he shouldn’t eat, eating would definitely get him into trouble, yet he ate foolishly?
Couldn’t he just tell the second young lady, I’ve already had breakfast, I can’t overeat?
John held his head in his hands.
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