Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

After a while, until Ji Xun calmed down, Shang Qing patted his back gently, put her hands on his cheek, and whispered in his ear: "Be good, Xiaoxun, sister is here to save you, sister will always want you. Xiaoxun has done nothing wrong, Xiaoxun is the best and most sensible. Don't be afraid, sister is here."

Ji Xun, who was drowsy and tired from crying, was picked up and gently laid down on the sofa. Due to Ji Xun's height, his legs were limp and rested on the edge of the sofa.

Realizing Shang Qing was about to leave, Ji Xun nervously grabbed her hand. His trembling hands showed how scared he was.

Shang Qing squatted in front of him patiently, looking directly into his trembling eyes. She held his hand and coaxed him softly, "Be good, Xiao Xun. You're soaked and have a fever. I'm going to wipe you down. Be good."

Under Ji Xun's helpless, moist gaze, Shang Qing boiled a pot of hot water. She took a basin, mixed hot and cold water to make lukewarm water, soaked a towel in it, and placed it on the table next to the sofa.

"Xiao Xun, be good, let's take off our wet clothes first."

Shang Qing moved closer and held him in his arms. Ji Xun's soft body slid down like water. All his strength seemed to be drained away. He could no longer control his body and lay limp, allowing Shang Qing to help him take off his clothes.

Shang Qing protected him, holding his wrist and lifting it up, and took off his pajamas. Then, she supported his back and head, letting him lie back on the sofa, revealing his slightly stronger chest. Shang Qing was busy and had no energy to notice.

In the air, the refreshing body fragrance that belonged to Shang Qing was mixed with the hot breath exhaled by Ji Xun due to high fever.

The warm towel wiped his upper body skin, wiping away the dampness and slipperiness. Ji Xun sighed and hummed in comfort.

Ji Xun felt powerless all over and let her wipe his cheeks, neck, hair, arms, etc., but his bloodshot eyes were fixed on Shang Qing, afraid that she would leave and disappear.

He had been in a state of mental tension, and when he felt Shang Qing's hug, he felt relaxed, his strength dissipated, and his body became softer like water.

Shang Qing bent down, reached for Ji Xun's armpits, lifted him up, and let him lean against her. She then wiped his back, which was also wet. He slumped in her arms, his cheek pressed against hers, his long eyelashes scratching her face, making it itchy.

Shang Qing looked at his bloodshot eyes, the pain he was struggling to keep open, and could only comfort him: "Xiao Xun, you are too sleepy, close your eyes and rest for a while."

Shang Qing reached out to cover his eyes with her hands out of concern, but he refused and shook his head. His eyes remained open, but he only blinked slowly.

When Shang Qing was about to take off his pajamas and underwear, she hesitated, but seeing his pitiful appearance of being confused and uncomfortable due to the fever, she no longer hesitated, grabbed the edge of his pajamas and underwear with her fingers, closed her eyes, and pulled them down.

Ji Xun's legs were weak and limp, but that didn't mean he didn't feel anything. His heart was beating faster, he felt complicated, his body was trembling slightly, and he was at a loss.

But he didn't want to stop it. He couldn't explain what he was thinking or feeling at the moment, he just didn't want to stop it.

The pajama shorts and underwear were pulled down to the knee, where they were blocked by the brace on the injured calf.

Shang Qing, eyes closed, stopped. Opening her eyes and looking to the side, she quickly placed a sheet over Ji Xun's upper body. Then, she wrapped the sheet tightly around his hips, covering all his private parts. She then grabbed the sheet at his ankles and pulled it down.

The protective gear was so wet that it would affect the maintenance of the calf. Shang Qing was worried and planned to take Ji Xun to the hospital. Unfortunately, he was in a nervous state. When asked about it, he just shook his head. His mental state was not very good. We could only wait and see how he would perform tomorrow.

Shang Qing patiently wiped his thighs, calves, and feet. Ji Xun felt a strange mixture of anticipation and shame. The sensitive skin on his legs trembled slightly.

Ji Xun had no idea that Shang Qing had touched every part of his body except his private parts.

Shang Qing not only rubbed his legs, but also massaged them. She also touched them again and again and lamented that God was unfair. She even held his legs and pressed his lower abdomen.

During his coma, he repeatedly felt his heart ache from holding it in, yet he couldn't break free. It wasn't until someone helped him that he finally released it, and it was all thanks to Shang Qing. If he knew, he would probably blush.

At this moment, Ji Xun's thick, long eyelashes, which were covered with moisture, trembled slightly, and there was an unknown factor in his eyes.

She wiped it faster and wiped it again with a clean towel.

Thinking about having to put on his underwear, she felt that she couldn't do it. Being able to help Ji Xun take off his underwear was already the bottom line. This feeling was too difficult to describe.

After looking at the position of the bed, she no longer hesitated, ran to the window, opened the curtains, and the dazzling light shone into the room.

Shang Qing was very grateful that she had not opened the curtains in advance. Otherwise, it would have been really embarrassing to help Ji Xun take off his clothes and wipe them in such a bright room while he was awake.

She took down the quilt, mattress, and sheets and put them aside. She had just noticed that the quilt was damp. It felt heavy to hold like this. The child must have sweated so much.

What Shang Qing didn't know was that when it was raining heavily, Ji Xun ran to the yard and stood there for a long time. The reason his quilt and body were wet was because he had been caught in the rain at night.

Shang Qing comforted Ji Xun before successfully leaving the room. She took out a complete set of clean bedding from the next room and laid it out.

Shang Qing turned and came to Ji Xun. His eyes were still wide open, staring at her, not wanting to close them for a moment.

I sighed helplessly, this child is too insecure.

He bent down, hugged the man in his arms, let his head rest on his shoulder and neck, carried him back to the bed, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

Seeing Shang Qing about to leave again, Ji Xun stretched out his hand but did not let go of the corner of her clothes. With an abnormal blush on his cheeks, Ji Xun stared at her intently, and said in a hoarse, small, and weak voice: "Sister... don't go..."

Shang Qing's heart softened even more, and she felt a throbbing pain.

"Be good, I'll go get some water. Also, you don't have any medicine right now. I need to go buy some. Wait for me, okay."

"No, I can't leave..." Big tears rolled down from her red eyes, and the feeling of brokenness completely defeated Shang Qing.

"Hey, you..." Shang Qing squatted down, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sighed, took out her cell phone, and pressed the key: "Grandma, Xiao Xun has a fever... um... it's okay... don't worry... now I need you to go to the pharmacy to buy some antipyretics, yes... okay, grandma."

"Okay, I'll ask grandma to buy some medicine. Now, I'll go get some water." Shang Qing gently put Ji Xun's hand back into the quilt. Seeing that he wouldn't let go, she coaxed him again, "Be good, sister really won't leave. I need to pour out the dirty water and get little Xun a glass of water. Your lips are all peeling now, it doesn't look good."

"Sister... you don't like it, right?" The voice was weak and nasal.

Shang Qing took a moment to react before she understood and smiled slightly, "Yes, those beautiful lips don't look good now."

"Okay..." Ji Xun agreed. His sister likes beautiful lips, but his lips are now cracked and look ugly.

Ji Xun is now just a little kid. He is confused due to the fever and extremely stubborn. He cannot be treated as a high school student and needs to be coaxed like a little kid.

"Be good, close your eyes and take a nap. Sister will be fine soon." Shang Qing ran to pour the remaining water in the kettle into the cup, pouring it back and forth so that the water could cool down faster.

Ji Xun didn't close his eyes. His bloodshot eyes stared at the busy figure, afraid that he would disappear if he closed his eyes. Like a fragile porcelain, he waited patiently for the person who could protect him wholeheartedly.