"Silly girl." Justin pressed his forehead against hers, making sure it was just as warm as his own.
"Move on, otherwise, I'll get a heatstroke again soon." Luckily, Charlotte's mind was clear and she swiftly pushed him away.
Rejected mercilessly, Justin, was left hands suspended in mid-air, thinking of Charlotte...Adorable.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Mommy, we have come to see you!"
Following that, there was a clamor outside the door. Charlotte, looking terrified, saw a group of kids charge into the room.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Uncle said you fell ill." Grace was the first to rush in and seeing Charlotte on the bed, she hurriedly hugged her.
Olivia stood nearby, tears welling in her round eyes.
Charlotte quickly called her over: "Annie, come to mommy."
"I knew mommy was fine." Hank crossed his arms, looking at his younger sisters with a sidelong glance, but there were clearly visible beads of sweat on his neck.
"Mommy." Cyrus just let out a sigh, relaxing a bit.