Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Finally, under the effect of acupressure, Ji Xun's movements became less and less severe, and his coughing gradually weakened until it stopped. Only his breathing was still slightly wheezing.

At this moment, Ji Xun was really unbearable to look at. His pajamas were disheveled, revealing a bit of his collarbone. The scratches on it were much lighter, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to see them. After all, most of his scratches were on his arms. If Shang Qing pulled back his sleeves at this time, she would be able to see the horrible state.

His swan neck was red from the labored breathing, his hair was disheveled, beads of sweat covered his forehead, his cheeks were red from coughing, and his beautiful fox eyes were filled with physiological tears, making them wet and even more pitiful and distressing.

"Alright, alright, it's okay. It's okay." Shang Qing's fingers trembled as she followed the breath from his chest. It was more like she was comforting herself than comforting Ji Xun. She had really been scared just now.

Ji Xun held Shang Qing's cold little hand, feeling the trembling of her fingers, and finally couldn't help it, so he held it tightly, unwilling to let go.

Suddenly seeing her eyes red and a tear sliding down her cheek, it burned his heart. Ji Xun's pupils contracted, and he raised his hand with great effort to wipe away the tear. His voice was urgent and hoarse: "Sister, don't cry, I'm fine. It's just, I choked on my saliva."

"Woo woo, Xiao Xun, woo woo, Xiao Xun, you scared me to death."

Shang Qing couldn't help herself and hugged Ji Xun, burying her face in his arms, crying breathlessly. She recalled the memory of Ji Xun being almost strangled to death. She was so scared!

"Sister...I'm fine...don't cry...okay..."

Ji Xun hugged the trembling girl tightly, his heart clenched fiercely, and he tried hard to hold back the cough in his throat. He still remembered the acupuncture point Shang Qing had pressed just now, and he pressed it hard with his fingers.

Big tears soaked Ji Xun's pajamas on her chest, but he didn't care at all. He just gently put his arms around her and stroked her hair.

Shang Qing didn't know how long she had been crying. In Ji Xun's arms, she felt an unprecedented sense of security. Gradually, she became more and more relaxed, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Feeling the person in his arms collapse, her body as soft as water, and all her strength leaning on him, Ji Xun knew that she had fallen asleep from crying herself tired.

Ji Xun regained some strength and could have carried her back to her room, but he didn't! He didn't want to send her back! He just didn't want to!

He hugged the delicate girl and protected her, letting her head fall accurately on the pillow and her upper body lie steadily. Then, he carefully lifted her legs that were curled up on the bed and slowly placed them flat on the bed. In this way, Shang Qing lay flat on her bed.

Ji Xun bent down and took off her cute slippers. The pair of white and tender little feet appeared clearly in his sight, small and cute, attracting people's attention.

However, when he took off his slippers and touched her feet, they were a little cold, and he wanted to warm them up. After a long ideological struggle, Ji Xun quickly changed his clothes to prevent Shang Qing from feeling uncomfortable. Then, with trembling hands, he held up the delicate and cold little feet and carefully placed them in his warm arms, slowly warming them up.

"Hmm..." A murmur frightened Ji Xun so much that his body stiffened. Thinking Shang Qing had woken up, he hurried to see her.

She closed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly twice, and she rubbed it comfortably on the pillow. Then she calmed down and slept even more deeply.

Her feet were warm, and Shang Qing, who had not slept very soundly, felt like she was stepping on cotton. The soft and light touch made her want to fly.

What would Shang Qing think if she found out I was holding her feet to my chest? Would she think I was a pervert and never dare to approach me again?

The thought that Shang Qing would no longer pay attention to him, and would even avoid him and be afraid of him, made him feel suffocated.

Ji Xun put down the pair of warmed feet and covered Shang Qing with the quilt. He gently lay on the quilt, carefully leaning next to Shang Qing, supporting himself with his arms, his palms supporting his cheeks, his eyes carefully tracing the girl's beautiful features.

This exquisite and beautiful face had long been imprinted deep in his mind, but this was the first time he had seen it so closely.

He had gently wiped the tears from her face, but he could not smooth out her slightly furrowed brow.

Just now, my sister cried, so sadly. She cried for me, right? Sister, why are you so kind to me and care about me so much?

If you are colder to me, ignore me, and make me dispensable, I can become an invisible person and I will no longer push my luck.

But you're so good to me. You're the only one in this world who's so good to me. You make me feel I'm necessary. You make me feel loved, cared for, and cherished. I'm not abandoned, I'm not alone.

But you know what? I'm selfish and filthy, and I'll push myself further. I've convinced myself I'm not worthy of you. But I can't deceive myself. My heart aches. It hurts so much.

Sister, do you know how sad I was when I saw you sending a letter confessing your love to another boy? It felt like my heart was being ripped out.

But I have to push it back and not let it show to anyone, because its owner has dirty thoughts. Sister, what should I do? I can't control it anymore. What should I do?

Ji Xun picked up Shang Qing's soft little hand, placed it on his heart, and did not move for a long time.

Grandma Kang had already prepared dinner and had even cooked thick rice porridge for Ji Xun. Dinner was supposed to be at 7:30, but she had given Ji Xun some sleep today. Knowing he wasn't feeling well, she wanted him to get more sleep, so she listened to Shang Qing's advice and decided to have dinner at 9:30.

When I tiptoed into Ji Xun's room, I saw the two children sleeping soundly with their heads leaning against each other under the soft light of the bedside lamp.

However, Shang Qing was covered with a quilt, while Ji Xun was only wearing cotton pajamas and leaning to one side. It was obviously not a very comfortable sleeping position.

Why did Qingqing end up on Ji Xun's bed and cover herself with the quilt? Little Xun is sick. Really? But the two children were sound asleep, and she didn't want to wake them for dinner. They could eat after they woke up; the food was warm in the pot.

After making this decision, Grandma Kang walked back to her bedroom, took out a new quilt from the cabinet, held it in her arms, and tiptoed to Ji Xun's room.

She came to the bed and carefully covered him with the quilt.

Seeing Ji Xun holding Shang Qing's hand, she didn't think there was anything surprising or strange about it. After all, the two of them often held hands, which showed that the relationship between the siblings was really good. But Grandma Kang hadn't considered one thing: the two of them were not really blood-related siblings.

When something has become a habit, it is easy to ignore the weirdness and differences in it.

Looking at the two children's incredibly beautiful faces, she was filled with joy. Who could possibly have two such exquisitely beautiful children all at once? She hoped their relationship would always remain this good. Then she would truly have nothing to worry about.

She bent down and turned off the bedside lamp. The room became dark. She followed the faint light coming in from the door, tiptoed out, and closed the bedroom door.

Leaving the two of them a good night's sleep.