Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Shang Qing's gaze was always on Ji Xun's face. Looking at his tightly closed eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes, a feeling of pity and love welled up in his heart.

The wet towel carefully wiped Ji Xun's sweaty cheeks and neck.

Her movements were gentle and slow, for fear of hurting him.

It's like protecting a fragile piece of porcelain, full of tenderness and care.

When she lifted Ji Xun's body and prepared to take off his sweat-soaked clothes, her fingers touched Ji Xun's chest.

At that moment, Shang Qing felt a scorching heat, which made her heart tighten suddenly.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and continued to wipe Ji Xun's chest and armpits with a wet towel.

Every wipe was full of care and tenderness, hoping to dispel the pain in Ji Xun's body.

Ji Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly with the opening and closing of his eyelids, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Shang Qing's movements were gentle and careful, and the towel was slightly warm.

Every wipe was like a feather brushing against the skin, which made Ji Xun's fatigue and tension dissipate little by little.

Shang Qing looked at Ji Xun, who was no longer tense, and kissed his forehead.

"Don't kiss... there's a virus..." Ji Xun was very anxious.

He was worried that Shang Qing would be infected.

"It's okay. I've taken medicine." Shang Qing felt warm in her heart.

She wiped it attentively, her eyes full of concern and tenderness.

In order to wipe his back, Shang Qing hugged Ji Xun. Ji Xun was soft and his chin was resting on Shang Qing's shoulder.

Smelling the pleasant fragrance on Shang Qing's body, Ji Xun's eyes blinked slowly, and his pupils gradually became dull.

Ji Xun's breathing gradually became steady and deep. He completely relaxed, and sleepiness overwhelmed him like a tide.

Ji Xun, who was confused and restless due to fever, fell asleep in Shang Qing's arms.

Shang Qing put down the wet towel in his hand, supported Ji Xun's back and neck, and put him back on the bed.

She didn't dare to stay for too long, and quickly picked up the clean pajamas placed aside and carefully put them on Ji Xun.

Her movements were gentle and quick, for fear of disturbing Ji Xun's sleep.

Just as Shang Qing was putting pajamas on Ji Xun, Ji Xun seemed to feel something in his sleep and mumbled some unclear words.

Shang Qing hurriedly moved closer, trying to hear what he was saying.

But I could only hear a faint mumbling, I couldn't tell what he was saying, his brows furrowed. It was fleeting.

Shang Qing gently covered Ji Xun with a quilt and tucked in the corners, fearing that he would catch a cold.

She sat quietly beside the bed, looking at his sleeping face, as if the whole world had quieted down.

Shang Qing looked at him sleeping and couldn't help but gently brush away the loose hair on his forehead.

Under the thick eyelashes are tightly closed eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly pouting lips, which looks cute and charming.

The sunlight outside the window shone onto Ji Xun's face, casting a soft glow on his face.

Shang Qing stretched out her hand and gently stroked his face, her heart full of tenderness.

Seeing that the sunlight was getting brighter, Shang Qing stood up and pulled the curtains, feeling like a dream.

She reached out and gently held Ji Xun's hand.

The hand was so hot from the fever that it seemed to burn her palm.

Shang Qing's thumb slowly stroked the back of Ji Xun's hand, as if this could transfer some of his strength to him.

Her eyes were full of worry, as if the whole world only had Ji Xun and his illness.

The room was quiet, without a sound.

One could only vaguely hear Ji Xun's light but unbearable breathing.

At this moment, fever-reducing drugs are obviously not allowed.

Because Ji Xun didn't eat in the morning.

He has never had a good appetite, and if he takes the medicine directly, it might have adverse effects on his body.

Shang Qing gently stroked Ji Xun's back, waiting for the porridge to be cooked.

Because he didn't want to see Ji Xun feeling damp and uncomfortable due to fever.

So, Shang Qing continued to gently wipe his forehead and neck, hoping to make him feel a little more comfortable.

After a while, Shang Qing slowly stood up and walked into the kitchen.

She carefully served the cooked porridge, then scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and blew on it gently, hoping to cool it down quickly.

After a while, the porridge was no longer so hot.

Shang Qing carried the bowl of porridge at the right temperature and quickly returned to the bedroom.

The sunlight shone through the window onto Ji Xun's face.

He closed his eyes tightly, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow in the sunlight.

The originally pale face exuded a soft halo.

Shang Qing quickly walked to the bedside and reached out to gently touch Ji Xun's hot forehead.

Although Ji Xun's body was still a little drowsy, the sticky and uncomfortable feeling had been alleviated a lot compared to before.

At this moment, Ji Xun seemed to sense someone approaching.

The weak Ji Xun slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling.

Those originally wet eyes still contained a bit of confusion and helplessness, like a lost deer, looking at Shang Qing infatuatedly.

"Xunxun, drink some porridge first, and then take the medicine, okay?"

Shang Qing said softly.

"Sister, let's eat first." Ji Xun shook his head. He knew that Shang Qing hadn't had breakfast yet.

"You finish eating, then I'll eat."

"No." Ji Xun was like a little kid, with his lips tightly closed and a serious expression.

Shang Qing had no choice but to go back to the kitchen and get another bowl.

Of course, there are also the small cakes that Ji Xun specifically emphasized.

In front of Ji Xun, Shang Qing finished eating the rice porridge and small cake.

Ji Xun was satisfied.

Shang Qing reached out and gently held the powerless Ji Xun into his arms, allowing him to lean on him more comfortably.

Ji Xun nodded slightly in response.

But the strong feeling of dizziness came like a tide, forcing him to close his eyes tightly to resist the discomfort.

Ji Xun took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his physical discomfort.

It took a long time before I regained some of my spirits.

Upon seeing this, Shang Qing quickly moved closer to him and placed a gentle kiss on his eyelids.

She coaxed him softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Don't worry, I'm here. Just close your eyes and open your mouth."

However, Ji Xun was extremely stubborn.

He resisted the dizziness and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist, hazy and blurred.

Seeing that his physical condition had improved, Shang Qing's tension was slightly relieved.

Shang Qing sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Ji Xun quietly, and the worry in her heart surged like a tide.

Shang Qing sighed helplessly upon seeing this.

Blowing gently on the porridge in the spoon, Shang Qing fed it into Ji Xun's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Ji Xun's beautiful face, which was originally as rosy as the clouds, had lost its former liveliness and vitality due to illness.

Instead, he looked sickly and haggard, which made people feel pity.

He opened his lips slightly and obediently swallowed the porridge Shang Qing fed him.

There was a hint of dependence in those misty eyes.