Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Looking at the building in front of her, Molly looked back and found that Jonson didn't catch up with her.

Taking a deep breath, Molly raised her hand to look at her red wrist. It hurt a little and might swell up at night. Molly put her hand on her forehead and sighed helplessly. 'What was going on? Was it a rotten peach blossom?

What's wrong with Jonson? The two of them just met for a few times and didn't talk much. Does he have a crush on me?

What a rotten peach blossom! I haven't got rid of that one yet, but now another one comes. This day...'

Alas! Molly rubbed her wrist and sighed again.

Thinking of Jonson's attitude towards Allen, Molly's face darkened again. She had thought that there was something wrong with Jonson's attitude towards Allen, but she didn't expect that Jonson would think so Molly had already walked to the front of the building. She calmed down, pulled down her sleeve to cover the red mark, and knocked on the door.

The door was opened by the maid who took care of Allen. Seeing that it was Molly, the maid greeted her in a hurry.

Molly nodded with a smile and looked for Allen in the room.

Normally, if Allen heard that Molly came, he should have run downstairs soon, even on the second floor. But now, Molly hadn't seen Allen yet.

'Did she come at a bad time? Did Allen go out?

No, Allen wouldn't go out except for looking for her.'

Confused, Molly turned around and asked the maid who was pouring water for her, "Isn't Allen at home?"

The maid quickly put down the glass in her hand and answered, "Mr. Allen is at home. He went upstairs after lunch. He might have fallen asleep."

"Well, I'll go upstairs to see him. You don't have to be busy." Molly took a sip of water and felt a little thirsty after running for a while.

By the way, the maid brought him some food from the kitchen. After taking it, Molly carried it upstairs.

Probably as the maid said, Allen felt a little sleepy after lunch and went upstairs to rest. Molly knocked at his door several times, but no one opened it. Helpless, she had to ask the maid to bring the key to open the door.

The maid looked a little hesitant, but Molly was not angry, which was what she wanted to see. The maid hesitated for a moment, indicating that she still treated Allen as her employer, much better than those who didn't take him seriously at all. So she said with a smile, "It's Okay. Take it over, I will tell him later."

Then the maid took out a set of keys and opened the door of Allen's room.

Molly asked the maid to go downstairs. She walked into the room with the things in her hands.

Sure enough, she saw a bulge in the quilt. Allen was sleeping soundly on his side.

Molly put the things in her hands aside and walked to the bedside. Looking at Allen who huddled up, she smiled.

As Molly tucked him in, she murmured, "Don't sleep for the whole afternoon. It's not easy for me to find time to look for you. If you keep sleeping, it's really not beautiful."

After that, she reached out and touched Allen's sleeping red face. Now she felt something wrong.

The temperature is a little high, isn't it?

After thinking for a while, Molly put her hand on Allen's forehead and put the other hand on herself forehead.

"Ah! It's so hot. He must have a fever."

Molly felt that Allen's forehead was as hot as a stove.

Taking her hand back, Molly frowned. He had a fever and was sleeping alone in his room. If she hadn't come here today, would someone find that he was sick until night?

After thinking for a while, Molly remembered that there should be a medicine box in Allen's room. If there was a thermometer, she wanted to take a temperature first to see how many degrees.

It was not difficult to find the first aid kit, but Molly found it soon. She went back to the bedside, sat on the head of the bed and called Allen softly.

"Allen, Allen, wake up. Let's take your temperature first."

Feeling a little noisy, Allen was a little unhappy. He raised the quilt and buried himself in it.

Holding the thermometer in her hand, Molly stood still, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. Looking at the person who was still in the quilt, she put the thermometer on the bedside table and reached out to pull Allen's quilt.

"Allen, get up quickly. Let me see if you have a fever. Get up quickly and go to bed later!"

It was not easy for her to get Allen out of the quilt, and she was also tired with sweat all over her body. Looking at the person who was still sitting at the head of the bed in a daze, she took the thermometer and put it into his armpit.

Perhaps it was because of the cold thermometer that Allen shivered, but he woke up.

He was surprised and pleased to see Molly sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Molly, why are you here?"

"Don't move! The thermometer is going to drop! " Molly hurriedly stopped him from moving. She didn't explain until she made sure that the thermometer was still in his armpit. "I'm free today. I come to see you. Are you happy?"

"Yes!" After saying that, he grinned.

At the same time, Molly also noticed his hoarse voice. She quickly poured him a glass of warm water and told him to drink slowly.

"I didn't find you sick until I came here. What do you think? Does your throat hurt or feel dizzy?"

Allen drank up the water and said, "I don't feel well."

Molly pulled the quilt for him and said, "I'm taking your temperature now. If the temperature is too high, I'll take you to the hospital."

Looking up, she saw Allen shaking his head at her.

"What's wrong? You don't want to go to the hospital? "

Allen nodded.

"Why? Are you afraid of going to the hospital?" Molly snickered. She knew that children were afraid of going to the hospital, but she didn't expect that Allen was also afraid. Allen lowered his head and said nothing.

Molly smiled and thought he was embarrassed, so she said, "Well, let's check whether the temperature is high or not later. If it's not too high, you can take some medicine at home and don't go to the hospital. I the temperature is high, you must find a doctor."

Allen still didn't raise his head, allowing Molly to ruffle his hair.

She raised her hand to look at the watch on her wrist. It had been almost five minutes, and the temperature should have been measured. Molly said, "Come on, Allen, let me see how much it is."

The temperature indicated on the thermometer made Molly frown. It was thirty-eight and five degree Celsius, which could be counted as a high fever.

Perhaps it was because of Molly's expression that Allen realized something and began to shrink back into the quilt.

"It's useless for you to hide in the quilt. Get up quickly. I'll take you to the doctor!" Looking at his action, Molly felt it was very funny. She coaxed him gently, "Good child, go to see a doctor. You don't want to be uncomfortable all the time, do you?"

After a long while, Allen muttered under the quilt, "But I don't want to go to the hospital."

Molly continued to persuade him earnestly, "You won't go to the hospital..."

"The last time I saw my parents was in the hospital."

Molly couldn't finish her words. Her mouth seemed to be stuck by something and she couldn't say anything. It took her a long time to find her voice.

She said, "Well, then we won't go to the hospital. But, take some medicine first and have a good sleep. If you still have a fever tomorrow, I have to take you to the hospital, okay?"

After saying that, she saw Allen nod. She stood up and went to the medical kit to take the medicine. Fortunately, it was not expired and he could still take it.

She brought a glass of warm water, let Allen take the medicine, and then let him lie down and have a good rest.

Looking at the desserts she brought just now, she was sure that Allen couldn't eat these because of illness. She'd better go downstairs and ask the maid to make some light porridge for Allen. "Are you leaving?"

Before Molly opened the door and went out, Allen's voice came from behind, somewhat surprised and disappointed.

Molly turned around and saw Allen sticking his head out of the quilt and looking at her pitifully.

Seeing that, Molly felt both sad and heartbroken. She quickly said, "I'm not leaving now. I just go downstairs and ask the maid to cook something for you."

"Don't go downstairs. I'm not hungry at all!" Allen raised his head and looked at Molly. His eyes were slightly red, showing his fragility that would not be shown in front of others. He said, "You... Can you stay with me? I'm sick. Can you stay with me?"

Molly stopped what she was doing, turned around and went back to the bed. She patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I'll be with you. Go to sleep quickly."

Allen smiled at her and lay down obediently, but he grabbed her hand.

"Ouch..."

Because Allen was having a fever, Molly had been anxious all the time, so she had forgotten to hurt her wrist. When he grabbed her wrist, it happened to be in the injured position, which made her cry out of pain.

"What's wrong?" Hearing that, Allen immediately sat up like a carp, turned over her sleeve and saw a red and swollen area.

"This... How did you get hurt?"

Since her hand was grabbed by him, Molly couldn't take it back. Although she kept cursing in her heart that Jonson was crazy, she couldn't tell the truth to Allen.

"I touched it by accident. It's okay."

Allen looked at her wrist and was about to get out of bed.

Molly stopped him in a hurry. He was still having a high fever. What was he going to do? "Why don't you lie down well?"

"Your hand needs some ointment. I'll get it for you." Allen stared at his innocently.

Molly looked around and found that she indeed needed to apply some medicine, or she would be more swollen when she came back home.

"Lie down and let me get it."

As soon as Molly returned to the bedside, the medicine in her hand was taken away by Allen.

Seeing that he gently applied the ointment on her wrist, he asked while he was doing it, "Molly, do you feel pain?"

At first, Molly didn't think it was a big deal. But when she heard his question, she thought for a while and said with a smile, "It hurts a little, but it's Okay."

As soon as she finished her words, she felt the breeze blowing on her wrist. Surprised, she looked at Allen and found that he was gently blowing towards the red and swollen place. Seeing that Molly was looking at him, he said, "I'll blow it for you and it won't hurt."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐