Reborn: Sure to Flirt Me?

Chapter 87 Stolen Kiss

Perhaps it was because of her psychological effect, when the warm breath blew on her wrist, Molly did

feel the pain relief.

"All right, all right." Seeing that Allen had applied ointment on her injured wrist and even wanted to

apply it on her arm, Molly hurriedly stopped him.

Unwilling to let go of Molly's wrist, Allen asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Molly shook her head with a smile and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Allen."

Allen grinned, probably because he felt a little dizzy and frowned soon.

"Lie down and have a rest! Didn't you say you were sleepy? " Seeing this, Molly shook her head

helplessly. "You have a cold now. You will recover soon after you have a good rest."

After such a long time, Allen couldn't hold on any longer. After all, he was still having a high fever, and

even an iron man couldn't be like a normal people. After hearing what Molly said, he slowly laid down

and held her uninjured hand with his hand and kept mumbling.

"You promised me to stay here with me."

Molly said hastily, "Okay, I'll stay here with you. Go to sleep."

After Allen closed his eyes, Molly took out her phone and was about to send a message to her family,

telling them that she might be back late today and that they didn't have to wait for her to have dinner.

As soon as the message was sent out, Molly met a pair of eyes. Allen, who was supposed to be

asleep, was looking at her under the quilt.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" Molly raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "Didn't you say you were

sleepy?"

Allen raised his head from the quilt and looked a little funny. He said, "I forgot to tell you just now. If you

are going to leave but I haven't woken up yet, you must wake me up. You can't sneak away!"

"Got it." Molly touched his forehead helplessly. "I won't forget to tell you."

Allen stretched out his hand and rubbed the place pointed by Molly. He chuckled and closed his eyes

again.

About half an hour later, Molly felt her legs numb. Looking at Allen, she guessed that he must have

fallen asleep. She took her hand back gently, picked up the tray on the table and went downstairs

quietly.

"Click!" With a long and crisp sound, the door was closed.

The moment the door was closed, Allen, who had been asleep, opened his eyes. His eyes looked very

clear, and there was no trace of waking up.

He looked at the closed door and felt that there was only him left in the room. Although he had been

familiar with this atmosphere, he did not know why he felt a little loneliness today. Perhaps people

would always become fragile when they were sick.

'Didn't you promise me? Tell me when you left. Even if I'm asleep, you have to wake me up and tell me

before you leave. Then why don't you tell me now?'

'Besides, her wrist was red and swollen all over the place. It could be seen that there were traces of

fingers. It was impossible for her to be injured by something. It was clearly scratched by someone. Who

did she meet when she came?'

The expression on Allen's face changed several times, and in the end, he only sighed slightly.

At this time, Molly had gone downstairs. The servant who took care of Allen took the tray from Molly's

hand as soon as she saw Molly. When the servant saw the untouched dessert, she was a little

confused.

"Mr. Allen, doesn't he like these desserts? I saw him eat happily yesterday. "

Molly smiled and said, "It's not that he doesn't like it. It's just that he has a fever. I don't dare to let him

eat it."

The servant was a little surprised, "Mr. Allen is sick? Does he need a doctor? "

"Don't worry. I've already asked him to take the medicine and he's asleep now. If he doesn't feel well

tomorrow, let the doctor come again." Molly said as she walked towards the kitchen. "Please cook

some porridge for Allen later. Let him have some when he wakes up."

"Okay, I'll do it now." The servant agreed without hesitation and went into the kitchen quickly.

Molly stood aside and nodded her head. She didn't care how Celine treated Allen. But the servant was

quite good. At least, Molly could see that the servant cared about Allen.

"Miss Molly..." The servant stopped what she was doing and looked at Molly. She wanted to say

something but stopped on a second thought.

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"Just now..." The servant said hesitantly, "Mr. Jonson came here just now and looked a little pale. He

asked if you were here as soon as he came. I told him that you and Mr. Allen were upstairs and Mr.

Jonson asked me to tell you to look for him when you left."

Molly snorted and said, "He is so arrogant. He actually asked me to look for him?"

Molly turned to look at the servant, who was a little embarrassed. Molly chuckled and said, "I see.

Thank you."

"No, it's not troublesome." The servant waved her hand in a hurry, "Miss Molly, if you are fine, I will

continue to cook porridge?"

"It's okay. Go ahead with your work."

Looking at her wrist which had been applied with medicine, Molly let out a sigh of relief.

After standing for a while, Molly relaxed for a while. Seeing that the servant was busy cooking in the

kitchen, Molly turned around and went upstairs. She was afraid that if Allen suddenly woke up and

didn't see her in the room, he would be a little anxious.

The sound of footsteps sounded again on the stairs. Allen frowned. 'Why did the servant come up as

soon as Molly left? Didn't Molly tell the servant that he was asleep?'

Because Allen was still not feeling well, he didn't want to say anything more and continued to pretend

to be asleep.

The door was gently opened and then closed. The footsteps began to move towards the side of the

bed, which made Allen frown.

It was not until a soft hand touched his forehead that Allen realized it was Molly.

'But didn't she leave?'

Molly took her hand back, put it on her forehead and compared it with her own temperature. "Well, it

seems that he is about to bring down a fever. If he wakes up and takes the medicine again, he will be

fine."

After saying that, Molly turned around and pulled a chair to sit down on the edge of the bed. She looked

at Allen, who was still sleeping on the bed. Perhaps because he was still having a fever, his face

looked red, which made Molly even unable to control her hand and wanted to rub Allen's face.

'Restrain yourself!' After reminding herself in her mind, Molly began to look at Allen's face bit by bit.

Allen's forehead was smooth and full, not as oily as others. Molly couldn't help but want to reach out to

knock it two times.

'Stop! Stop! I couldn't have such an idea. I couldn't bully the patient.'

Under the two dashing eyebrows, there was a pair of closed eyes. His eyelashes were long and black.

If he opened his eyes now, I could still see a pair of starry eyes.

Looking down along the direction of her gaze, Molly found that his nose was tall and straight, which

made his features more outstanding. It had to be said that Allen had a very good appearance.

Finally, Molly looked at his thin lips. Perhaps because of the fever, his lips looked a little dry. Molly had

an impulse to help him moisturize his lips and make his lips not dry.

Thinking of this, Molly did it.

When their skin clung to each other and they could feel the air currents exhaled out of each other, Molly

felt her hands and feet numb, and her heart beat faster and faster. The closer they got to each other.

Just a little closer, their lips could be completely attached to each other. At this moment, Molly felt that

her rapid heartbeat seemed to pause.

Keeping this posture, Molly hesitated for a long time. Should she kiss him or stand up now as if nothing

had happened?

In the end, reason was defeated by emotions.

Molly gave Allen a gentle kiss on the lips, and then quickly escaped from the bed and into the

bathroom.

Molly looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red and her hands were still on her lips, as if she was

recalling the touch just now. She couldn't help but let out a light cry and squatted down on the ground.

'Oh my God! How did I do such a thing! How could I do such a crazy thing!

Did I become lustful after being reborn?

Oh, My God!' If there was a crack on the ground at this time, Molly could put herself into it completely

without leaving any trace outside.

When Molly was struggling in the bathroom, the man who was pretending to be asleep on the bed had

already opened his eyes. Allen hadn't fallen asleep yet. When Molly kept looking at him, he couldn't

help but want to open his eyes.

But Allen didn't dare, because he was afraid of scaring Molly. He wanted her eyes to stay on him for a

longer time.

When they were getting closer and closer, Molly's eyelashes were almost moving back and forth on the

tip of his nose. The warm breath fell on his face, and Allen's whole body stiffened.

The soft touch on his lips flashed, but it was enough to make Allen feel its beauty. Before he tasted it

carefully, the initiator had escaped from the scene.

Separated by a door, the two of them did the same thing. They put their fingers on the place they had

just touched. However, one of them had a smile on his face, and the other had a red face.

As the saying goes, you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. Similarly, if a person

who pretends to be asleep doesn't want to wake up, no one else can find it.

When Molly finally made up her mind to get out of the bathroom, Allen was still lying on the bed,

seeming to have a good sleep.

Molly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, at this time, she didn't have to pretend to be normal to talk to

Allen, because she didn't know whether she would reveal her flaws.

Sitting on the sofa, Molly looked at Allen quietly. Gradually, she was not satisfied with such a long

distance. She returned to the bed and sat down quietly.

Quietly, Molly reached out her hand and found Allen's. She crossed ten fingers with him and put them

together in the quilt.

Only then did Molly feel that the sense of panic gradually disappeared. The surrounding environment

was too quiet and harmonious. She couldn't help but lie on the edge of the bed and close her eyes.