HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Was that how Kerston looked at her?

Nalilian looked at Kersten and pursed her lips.

Still in his formal suit, Kerston walked up to her. His deep eyebrows and eyes met the sunlight, dyeing his eyelashes golden.

He called out, "Lillian."

Nalilian looked at the dress he was wearing and said, "You're being lazy again."

To save trouble today, he wore an all-weather dress, which is also called a chairman's suit. He doesn't need to change it all day long, which is very convenient.

But it is not suitable for the British formal etiquette.

In the UK, formal attire has different requirements for different time periods. There are morning dresses, evening dresses, first dresses of the evening, and so on, which serve different time periods.

In addition, the invitation to any large banquet will also have a DRESS CODE, which is the dress code, and will tell you which level of dress to wear.

Nalilian's eyes fell on the formal suit he was wearing.

Wearing such a dress is very particular about your figure, because this kind of dress that is worn for a long time focuses more on comfort, and is not slim-fitting in terms of cutting, but rather loose.

However, Kerston wore it in a slim and stylish way, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and very long legs.

His body proportions were really good, better than any model Nalilian had ever seen.

Coupled with his increasingly outstanding appearance and calm temperament, Na Lilian believes that if he enters the current British film and television industry, he will definitely be very popular.

But she didn't know what he wanted to do in the future?

Would you like to become a writer in the wizarding world? Or inherit Mr. Ender's company in the Muggle world?

Which world will he stay in?

She had no idea what he was thinking.

Is she always paying attention to other people and neglecting him who is always by her side?

"Want to play?"

As Nalilian stared at his clothes, Kersten spoke.

"What?" Nalilian came back to her senses and looked at him.

"It's a lovely sunny day out today," he said, holding out his hand to her. "May I invite you in, ma'am?"

He behaved like an old-fashioned English gentleman.

Nalilian smiled and took his hand. "It's my pleasure, sir."

Kerston took Nalilian out of the house and into the garden. They abandoned the glass greenhouse and walked into the woods nearby.

As summer approaches, the woods become lush and green, blocking out the sunlight and casting dappled light and shadows.

Kersten held her hand, and Nalilian lifted her skirt, and the two of them walked through the crowd.

The cool forest breeze blew the hair on her cheek, beams of warm sunlight brushed across her cheek, her legs occasionally brushed against the grass, the chirping of insects was in her ears, and she saw a gray squirrel startled by their footsteps, running out of the grass and into the woods.

This place is completely different from the serious and elegant etiquette room, it is quiet and free.

Nalilian looked at Kerston who was still pulling her into the depths of the jungle. His shoulders were straight, and the vest on his back was mottled with light and shadow. Only the sleeves of his shirt, which was pressed by the vest on his shoulders, were wrinkled.

She couldn't help but laugh.

They seemed to have escaped here.

Not long after walking, he heard bursts of birds chirping and stopped.

"It's the robin," said Nallylian.

Cuckoo, this little gray ball with orange fluff on its cheeks and chest, is the national bird of the United Kingdom and a summer bird that migrates to the UK from Africa every year.

Their cry is "Cuckoo, Cuckoo", so they are called Cuckoo.

When you see them, it means summer is really coming.

"There," Kersten pointed her out.

Nalilian looked over and saw a sloppy grass nest on the tree. A robin was sitting in the nest, chirping tirelessly.

"It's courting," said Nalilian.

These small birds migrate to Britain to find mates.

Kerston pulled her over, but as they got closer, the robin flapped its wings and flew away.

Strangely enough, Nalilian found that the reason why animals loved her did not apply to the Muggle world. She seemed to be loved only by animals in the wizarding world.

While Nalilian was still looking at the bird's nest, Kersten reached out and grabbed a cricket from the tree trunk and held it in front of her.

"Ah!" Nalilian was startled when she suddenly saw the green thing struggling in front of her. "Kerston!"

Kerston arched his brows, let the cricket go, and pretended nothing had happened before asking, "What's wrong?"

Nalilian glared at him and he scared her with crickets and asked her what was wrong.

Kerston acted as if he had never done it, so Nalilian reached out to the bushes and grabbed a beetle and held it in front of him.

"Ah!" he said in mock surprise at the sight of the beetle. "It's really scary."

"Liar!" said Nalilian.

Kersten chuckled and looked at the beetle in her hand. "If you were really afraid of insects, would you catch them?"

"I'm just afraid of crickets, but I'm not afraid of beetles," said Nalilian, also looking at the beetle in her hand.

The beetle flapped its legs and struggled on her finger.

This little life.

"Let it go," Kerston's voice came to her ear as she watched.

Nalilian obediently let go of the beetle.

After falling into the air, the beetle flapped its wings, flew into the grass in the sunshine and disappeared.

Nalilian watched it disappear after it was freed, then looked at Kerston and found that he was also looking at the place where the beetle disappeared.

Noticing her gaze, he looked towards her.

Nalilian was stunned.

His eyes were so soft that they seemed to possess all the beauty in the world.

By the time they walked out of the woods, it was almost evening. If they didn't go back for dinner, Mrs. Ender would scold them.

But when they reached the edge of the jungle, they heard a burst of young birds singing.

Following the sound, Kerston parted the grass and found a small, gray, fluffy ball inside. Its cheeks and belly were a conspicuous orange-yellow. It was curled up in a corner, barking with its eyes closed.

The cry was already quite weak.

"A robin's chick," said Nallylian in surprise.

This little bird did not fly away when it saw them. It must be a young bird that cannot fly yet. Was it blown out of the nest by the wind?

Nalilian thought of the nest they had just seen in the jungle, and the robin that kept calling.

So it's not looking for a mate, but looking for its own children?

Kerston picked up the baby bird.

"Kerston, it's better to leave this baby bird here and let its mother take it away," said Nalilian.

"It's so weak, and its mother bird hasn't hunted for it for so long, so there must be nothing to feed it. We can keep it for a day or two before sending it back," he said.

"Kane will be jealous," Nalilian said.

Kane, the white owl in their house, was still attached to her, but now he was especially attached to Kxton.

After all, it knows who its real breadwinner is.

"So what?" Kersten said. "This little bird is so weak."

Nalilian looked at the young bird curled up in his palm, no longer singing, and sighed, "Okay."