Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Ji Xun felt a surge of despair in his heart, and he felt dizzy and weak, and was about to fall down.

At this critical moment, Shang Qing rushed forward with quick eyes and hands.

A pair of strong arms reached out in time.

It was the person he loved most, Shang Qing!

Shang Qing hugged Ji Xun tightly in his arms.

Her embrace was warm and safe, making Ji Xun feel extremely comfortable. Shang Qing held Ji Xun's body firmly, gently stroking his back.

Shang Qing's embrace was warm and comfortable, making Ji Xun feel as safe as usual.

Like a wronged child, he buried his head in Shang Qing's arms, greedily absorbing that bit of warmth, and had no intention of leaving.

He didn't want to leave this safe haven.

Even though he was delirious with fever and his body was in pain and he was groaning, he knew it.

Only in this warm embrace can he temporarily forget all the pain and sorrow.

From Shang Qing's soft words, Ji Xun learned that he had a fever again.

The physical discomfort made Ji Xun's thoughts even more confused, as if the whole world was spinning.

Ji Xun felt as if his head was shrouded in fog and he couldn't make sense of it.

Ji Xun suddenly felt so tired. He didn't want to be as sensible and mature as before.

He longed for all of Shang Qing's love and attention, and he wanted to be the only one in her life.

He never thought about being with Shang Qing for the rest of his life.

In other words, Ji Xun simply didn't dare to make such an unattainable wish.

He is not greedy.

Ji Xun only hopes that in this life, he can always stay by his little sister's side and never be separated.

However, Ji Xun's heart was now filled with fear.

He was afraid that Shang Qing would choose to leave him because of the message sent by Sheng Zhiheng.

This was not because he did not trust Shang Qing, but because the incident was too shocking and difficult to accept.

If Shang Qing really left him because of this, then he would be truly alone in this world.

Then, he really has nothing left worth clinging to.

However, Ji Xun had already been spoiled by Shang Qing.

He became more and more greedy and less and less satisfied.

Having the most beautiful love in the world, how could Ji Xun be willing to give it up so easily?

Ji Xun didn't want to die.

He also wanted to continue spending more time with his little sister.

"Be good, Xunxun, be obedient. You are sick now and you are not feeling well. I will get you a thermometer and a towel to wipe your sweat. Otherwise, I will be very sad if you are sick all the time."

Shang Qing gently put her ear close to Ji Xun's and coaxed him with soft voice.

Looking at Ji Xun's confused and dazed pupils, Shang Qing couldn't help feeling a little worried and could only explain to him slowly.

When Ji Xun heard Shang Qing say that she would be sad because of his illness, his originally confused mind suddenly tensed up.

Her beautiful pupils trembled slightly, and Ji Xun's voice was a little hoarse, but revealed a hint of urgency: "Sister, don't be sad. I will be good."

His originally fair little face now looked a little pale due to illness, and his lips had lost their former color.

But his eyes became darker and more moist, like stars in the night sky.

Seeing Ji Xun being so well-behaved and sensible even when he was sick, Shang Qing did not feel happy at all. Instead, he felt so distressed that his heart ached.

Shang Qing stared at Ji Xun, and the bitterness in his heart surged up like a tide.

But there is no way now. Shang Qing hopes that he will be obedient.

Shang Qing could only endure the pain in her heart and gently comforted her, "Be good, Xunxun, sister will be back soon."

She stuffed the toy next to her into Ji Xun's arms, hoping that this little toy could give him some sense of security.

So that he won't feel too lonely and scared while waiting.

Time was running out, and Shang Qing had already quickly arranged every step in his mind.

She quickly ran into the kitchen, skillfully washed the rice and added water, then carefully turned on a low fire and started cooking porridge.

When they arrived at the bathroom, while getting warm water, Shang Qing ran to find the thermometer.

This is the oldest version of the thermometer, specially prepared by my grandma.

Because grandma said that this kind of thermometer is the most accurate.

Shang Qing picked up the thermometer and returned to the bathroom.

She put the towel in the basin of water and soaked it.

Seeing that the warm water was almost collected, Shang Qing picked up the basin and hurried to the bedroom.

When she stepped into Ji Xun's room again, she saw him moving restlessly on the bed, as if trying to find a more comfortable position.

Ji Xun frowned, the fever made him twist his body unconsciously, and his originally neat pajamas became messy.

The collar of his pajamas slipped down, revealing a large area of ​​pink skin.

The beautiful collarbone has graceful lines, and in the sunlight, it glows with a faint luster, revealing a unique sense of abstinence.

Ji Xun closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked so fragile under the attack of high fever.

If it were any other day, Shang Qing would definitely lie on Ji Xun with a smile on her face like a naughty child, and pretend to tease him.

However, at this moment, Shang Qing's heart was filled with worry and anxiety.

Her white fingers tightly grasped the thermometer and shook it, causing the temperature to quickly drop to the lowest level.

Then, Shang Qing stepped forward and gently lifted Ji Xun's somewhat weak arm.

Shang Qing gently placed the thermometer under Ji Xun's armpit.

The coldness of the thermometer made Ji Xun tremble all over.

Shang Qing leaned over and hugged his soft body, allowing him to lean on her comfortably.

In particular, she held his arm tightly, fearing that he would accidentally move and cause the thermometer to fall.

Ji Xun's pajamas were soaked with sweat and became damp.

His skin was so hot that Shang Qing's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about three minutes, Shang Qing was finally able to check the temperature on the thermometer.

Temperature on the thermometer: 39.8 degrees.

When she saw the number on the thermometer, she couldn't help but sigh softly: "Oh, if the fever continues like this, I'm going to get confused."

Shang Qing hurriedly put Ji Xun back on the bed, then quickly walked to the basin of water.

She gently took the hot towel out of the basin and wrung it out carefully.

Shang Qing's movements were gentle and skillful. After all, she had done this countless times.

Ji Xun closed his eyes tightly, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if telling of his physical discomfort.

Under the attack of high fever, his originally healthy face now looked so pale and fragile, which made people feel pity.

Shang Qing carefully unfolded the wet towel and gently placed it on Ji Xun's forehead.

Her movements were as gentle as a breeze, for fear of waking up Ji Xun who was sleeping soundly.

Every time she wiped, she felt endless heartache for Ji Xun.

The wet towel moved back and forth on Ji Xun's forehead, trying to lower his worryingly high fever with every touch.