And yet there is no response at all.
Allen kept covering his chest and coughing for a long, long time before Connie ran down from upstairs.
Seeing this scene, Connie first froze.
And then she clenched the fists hanging at her side, and then calmly walked up to Allen and asked, "What happened to you? "
"Get me some cough medicine. This cold seems to be tough. I'm coughing harder and I even feel short of breath in my chest."
Allen continued to cough incessantly while covering his chest and breathing heavily.
By now, his face had, unknowingly, turned red and purple.
However, he himself was unaware of it.
Seeing this, Connie immediately went forward to pat him on the back.
Just as, Connie stopped moving.
In the end, Connie's hand rested roughly one centimetre from Allen's back.
Just like that, hanging rigidly in mid-air.
But there was no further action.
Taking a deep breath, Connie carefully withdrew her hand before arriving, "Got it, I'll go get your medicine now."
Turning around, Connie frowned deeply before stroking her belly.
Immediately afterwards, she went straight upstairs.
Five minutes later, she walked over to Allen with cough medicine as well as warm water.
Taking a deep breath, Connie brought the cough medicine to Allen's mouth, and then served Allen to eat it.
After taking the medicine, Allen still has a cough.
Connie frowned deeply and sat trembling beside Allen, wanting to speak but stopping.
Looking at Allen in such a state, her eyes showed bit of hard feelings.
Glancing down at her belly, the uncomfortable feeling she felt soon disappeared.
In its place, there is an endless coldness.
Allen gasped deeply and looked at Connie and said with a bitter smile, "My health is really worse than a year, once upon a time when I got a small cold, as long as I take medicine, I will soon get well."
"But now taking the pills doesn’t work, it was fine when I just called, and now, all of a sudden, it's not working."
Allen said again.
Connie frowned deeply again and said, "Go to the hospital then."
Allen shook his head, "That's not so much, I called Jocelyn as you requested, Jocelyn will be back for breakfast tomorrow morning."
Connie, "Okay."
Allen, "Connie, didn't you say that you like to eat Mr. Lowe's matcha lasagna downtown? I asked the maid to go and buy it back for you."
"And the lemonade you like, I had someone buy it back for you too." Allen said again.
After saying that, Allen started coughing again -
Connie's eyes faintly flushed a light red, "Why are you so nice to me?"
Allen laughed, "Fool, you are my girlfriend, if I don't treat you well, who will I treat well? And that bag you want, I ordered it for you too."
"Also, I don't think the car you take in every day is very comfortable, so I've replaced it with a saloon car for you, which will be arriving soon.
After saying that, Allen then leaned helplessly against the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and continued to pant.
"You give me so much stuff, aren't you afraid I'll take your stuff and run away one day?"
"Just run away. Isn't your youth worth the money of that little thing? What's more, I know that you care for me and you won't run."
After saying that, Allen coughed again.
Connie's eyes instantly became more red.
"Connie, why are you crying?" A flash of worry flashed across Allen's eyes.
Connie shook her head, and then dried the liquid that had inadvertently flowed out of the corner of her eyes, "It's nothing, just worried about you."
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