The woman looked pitiful, curled up slightly on her own, her delicate features lightly furrowed together. Her already somewhat plump red lips were pouting even more, adding an inexplicable touch of sexiness mixed with playfulness. Most importantly, the expression on her face seemed to convey discomfort and sadness.
Alvin stared at her for a while, finally letting out a sigh of resignation. Forget it, it was the middle of the night, she had twisted her ankle and slept like a pig, there was no way to get a doctor to check on her.
Nobody was taking care of her, which made him think she was quite pitiable.
So, Alvin stayed, first finding the bathroom to get some water to wash her face, making her feel a bit more comfortable. Then, he dimmed the lights in the room slightly and sat beside her.
"Where does it hurt? Is it your head or your foot?" Alvin asked irritably.
Nangong Lin mumbled a couple of words, but Alvin couldn't understand.
