But there’s a risk with gender reassignment surgery, and it’s life-threatening. You might not even come off the operating table.

Moreover, transgender people need a large amount of hormones to maintain their traits, which leads to rapid aging and a shorter lifespan. Eventually, they end up looking neither like a man nor like a woman.

After learning this, Nangong Lin insisted that Guagua shouldn’t take this risk and told him that someone who truly loves you won’t care whether you’re male or female.

After hearing Nangong Lin’s thoughts, Guagua dismissed the idea.

But after waiting for so long, Guagua still hasn’t met that person, and he’s getting older. However, men become more charming as they age.

Guagua is that kind of person. He’s handsome, with delicate features, a typical ’fresh meat’ who could certainly be a celebrity.

If it weren’t for his special sexual orientation, Nangong Lin would have encouraged Guagua to become a star.

Nangong Lin dares say that if Guagua became a star, he’d surely be the husband adored by countless young girls. But being a celebrity means being exposed under the spotlight, and if there’s an orientation like his, it’s very unsafe. If accidentally discovered, it would be very troublesome.

Thinking this way, Nangong Lin suddenly felt that her suggestion earlier was mindless, just a random ramble.

How could she seriously suggest Guagua go after Alvin? For starters, Alvin should be straight. Even if he weren’t, Alvin is a celebrity, a Prince. Guagua and Alvin are simply impossible!

It’s all her fault, she spoke nonsense without thinking. If Guagua took it seriously, she’d be to blame.

While lost in thought, Guagua had already finished his call, turned around, and started scolding Nangong Lin, "You, you! Look at you, you’re grown up but still haven’t learned to take care of yourself. I told you to find a boyfriend. Now look, you’ve twisted your ankle so badly and there’s no one to take care of you!"

As Guagua spoke, he tenderly held Nangong Lin’s foot, causing her to scream, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts, don’t move!"

Guagua immediately froze, asking irritably, "When did you twist it? It’s so swollen. Didn’t it occur to you to call a doctor?"

"It happened last night." Nangong Lin grimaced, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Last night?" Guagua’s eyes widened in surprise. "Then why didn’t you call me? Who took care of you last night?"

Given Nangong Lin’s ability to self-care, he suspected she could injure her other foot.

"I, I got drunk last night," Nangong Lin weakly tucked her chin, "So I don’t know."

While speaking, her face unconsciously reddened, making Guagua look like he discovered something extraordinary. "Linlin, why is your face red?"

"No, it’s not." Nangong Lin pouted, "It’s your imagination."

Guagua pursed his lips and rested his chin in his hands, "You say you got drunk last night. Who were you drinking with? Alvin? So it was him who took care of you last night, is that it?"

Guagua’s expression was one of certainty.

"It’s not like that!" Nangong Lin hurriedly explained.

"A single man and woman alone together!" Guagua continued to stare at her pitifully.

"No, no, it’s really not like what you think! Stop imagining things!"

"Even with that, you didn’t make a move on Alvin. Nangong Lin, are you really a woman? Are you really not a desperate woman?!"

"I am a woman, but not desperate." Nangong Lin looked at Guagua, "Stop overthinking. There’s no way with me and Alvin. Guagua, don’t expect anything with Alvin.

First, he’s perfectly straight, and even if you could turn him, he’s a Prince and..."