Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

As it turns out, this is indeed the case.

"Three beautiful ladies, from today on, you have become adults. As your parents, we agree that you may drink a little red wine. Just like many things you will experience in the future, you must know how to be moderate and try them. Savor the aroma of wine. Your friendship is witnessed by this first glass of wine. May this red wine bring you warmth and joy, and may you enjoy every wonderful moment in the future! Come, let's toast to the three ladies!"

Su Yanzhi stood up first and gave his blessings to the three girls who were having their coming-of-age ceremony at the age of eighteen.

Everyone stood up, their red wine glasses clinking together, making a clear and pleasant sound. The joyful and lively atmosphere became lively again.

There was only one person whose glass contained juice instead of wine.

This person was none other than Ji Xun, who was under the age of eighteen. He felt a little aggrieved as he watched everyone drinking.

The delicious taste of the steak and the spicy black pepper, the juicy meat and sauce blended perfectly in her mouth, so delicious that Shang Qing narrowed her eyes. She wanted to wiggle her feet again.

Now, she would take a sip of red wine and eat a bite of steak from time to time. The mellow taste and steak are indeed the best match.

No wonder people say that you should drink red wine when eating steak. It is simply a perfect symphony for your taste buds.

The meal was a great pleasure for both the host and the guests.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren who had arrived in Xue Xuelin's car that morning were still sent off by her family after dinner. So, everyone waved goodbye at the entrance of the western-style restaurant.

After drinking the red wine, Shang Qing seemed to have no changes except that her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were brighter.

After all, it was red wine, and only half a glass was drunk, so no one thought there would be any problem.

Shang Qing returned to the courtyard, excitedly pulling Ji Xun around and skipping around in the living room. What a wonderful day today was.

Grandma Kang let them make a fuss and went to take a shower.

"Xiao Xun, let's dance together." Shang Qing was wearing such a beautiful dress, she wanted to dance.

But she couldn't dance, so she and Ji Xun just spun in circles, but she was smiling with her eyes curved, and she looked comfortable and relaxed.

"Sister, sister, stop turning. Be careful, your head hurts again."

Ji Xun, who was being pulled around in circles by Shang Qing, was a little worried and felt a little uneasy.

I feel like my sister is a little weird. She looks like she’s drunk.

Didn't he only drink half a glass? Could it be that the red wine had a stronger aftertaste? Ji Xun was puzzled.

"Xiao Xun...Xiao Xun, why do you have so many heads? Xiao Xun, stop shaking..."

Shang Qing's eyes were blurry. She tried to shake her head, but it made her dizzy and her headache made her squint. She stumbled and was about to fall.

Ji Xun grabbed her waist in time and saved her from falling to the ground.

Their current position is very similar to the classic romantic hug:

Shang Qing leaned back, forming a graceful arc. Ji Xun leaned forward, one arm around Shang Qing's slender waist, the other supporting the back of her head. It was frozen like this.

The person in his embrace had rosy cheeks, adding to his charm and allure of a fairy.

Ji Xun stared straight at her unintentionally revealed charm, his Adam's apple rolled and his cheeks seemed to be stained red.

"Hmm...it's so uncomfortable." It was obvious that Shang Qing was uncomfortable in this posture. She frowned and struggled a little.

Ji Xun hugged her and helped her lie down on the sofa.

Shang Qing suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Ji Xun's neck, his eyes, as clear as water, blinking.

It seemed as if she finally got a clear look at the handsome young man so close to her: "Wow, Xiao Xun, today... so many... girls are looking at you... They all praise... praise you... for being so handsome..."

Ji Xun originally wanted to bend over and put her down, but unexpectedly, he was hooked around the neck.

Leaning forward like this was very uncomfortable, so he simply half-knelt in front of the sofa and asked the half-awake girl very seriously, "Sister, do you think I'm handsome?"

Shang Qing's eyes became more and more blurred, and she seemed to be trying hard to think about what Ji Xun was asking.

Ji Xun patiently asked again, but this time he spoke very slowly, one word at a time: "Sister! Do you think! I! am! handsome!?"

Shang Qing reacted and cheered, her limp little hands resting on Ji Xun's neck as if dancing: "Handsome! My little brother! The most handsome! The most handsome!"

She was obviously drunk.

Her eyes, which were usually bright and lively, were now intoxicated and hazy. Her face was fair and smooth, with rosy cheeks.

Even her meticulously crafted hair is now messy, but not chaotic, and has a charming and seductive feel.

Ji Xun had to admit that her sister was beautiful, no matter what the circumstances, she was beautiful.

"So, sister, do you like me? Sister, do you love me? Sister, can you love me?"

Ji Xun stared at her with burning eyes. Sniffing the sweet fragrance emanating from her body, his lips pursed tightly, his fingers supporting her back, trembling slightly in anticipation.

"Love...Sister love..." Shang Qing smiled even more gently, her voice soft and sticky, and she gradually closed her eyes.

Ji Xun was trembling all over. He gently held the sleeping Shang Qing in his arms, then lowered his head and kissed the top of her head affectionately.

He heard the word "love" from her mouth. Although he knew that this love was different from the love he talked about, he was willing to deceive himself.

It was the same. It was exactly the same. My sister loved him just as much as he loved her!

He admitted that he was crazy. Today, when she stood in front of him so dazzlingly, he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms.

Kissing the top of her head was the most he could hold back.

The bathroom door creaked slightly and opened, the sound being particularly clear in the quiet living room.

When Grandma Kang came out, she saw Ji Xun holding Shang Qing.

Ji Xun was about to go into the bedroom and said to Grandma Kang, "Grandma, my sister has fallen asleep. Please help her take off this dress."

Grandma Kang hurried over to see her, only to see her face flushed and softly asleep. She felt a little worried and unsure: "Did she drink too much? Is this how much Qingqing can drink?"

"He must have drunk too much." Ji Xun didn't know what to say. It was just half a glass of red wine, but he drank too much. He seemed to be feeling a little unwell.

"I'd better tell her not to drink alcohol in the future. If she does that outside, it will be troublesome if something dangerous happens."

Grandma Kang issued a very clear ultimatum.

Ji Xun agreed and said that he should be more careful in the future. Otherwise, if something goes wrong outside, he will regret it to death.

After carefully placing the sleeping Shang Qing on the bed, Ji Xun was about to leave when Grandma Kang called him.

"Xiao Xun, don't go out yet. Help me hold Qingqing up. I can't do it myself."

When Grandma Kang said this, Ji Xun was like a boiled shrimp, with his ears and cheeks turning red.

He sat stiffly on the bed like a puppet, supporting the limp Shang Qing with both hands. Seeing that she was shaking her head uncomfortably, he let her lean on his shoulder.

Grandma Kang pulled down the zipper on Shang Qing's back, revealing a large area of ​​her beautiful white back.

Ji Xun turned his head and pretended not to see it, but the large area of ​​white in his peripheral vision still entered his trembling pupils.

"Okay, Xiao Xun, help me lay Qingqing flat on the bed, and then you can go out." Grandma Kang instructed.

Ji Xun put his arm around Shang Qing's waist, or rather the skin of her waist, and carefully supported the back of her head with the other hand, placing her steadily on the bed. Without even daring to look at her, he strode out.

The hand that just touched the skin of the waist felt like it was burned by fire.

The touch of that smooth skin, and the memory of the snow-white back he had just seen, made him feel hot and uncomfortable.

His nose felt hot and bright red blood beads slid down his cold white fingers.

In a flash, Ji Xun, with a red face, ran into the bathroom.