Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

It was late at night and the air was a little chilly. Shang Qing moved closer and closer to the heat source.

At this moment, Shang Qing had already snuggled into Ji Xun's arms, wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, curled up on his chest, rested her head on his neck, rubbed it, found a comfortable position, sighed comfortably, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ji Xun, who was burning with fever, seemed to be wrapped in a pool of cool spring water. All the pores on his body relaxed, and the breath that made him feel comfortable was brought back.

The scene in the dream seemed to be as relaxed and comfortable as the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. The corners of Ji Xun's mouth slightly raised, and his red cheeks became even warmer and softer.

When Shang Qing opened her eyes again, it was because of the alarm clock. She stretched and tried to sit up, but found something wrapped around her waist. She was instantly awakened from her sleepy state.

She regained consciousness when she felt the dampness on her body. She had taken care of Ji Xun yesterday, and she had fallen asleep because of it? This... She despised herself so much.

Turning her head sideways, she saw an enlarged version of Ji Xun's well-behaved face. His complexion was no longer as rosy as last night, but looked very haggard. His arms were loosely around Shang Qing's waist, and he was sleeping soundly.

And what about Shang Qing? It was obvious that before she woke up and stretched, she was very clear about what she had been hugging. That is, she was hugging Ji Xun's head, nestled in the crook of his neck, with one leg draped over Ji Xun's body, like a sloth, clinging to the big tree that gave her a sense of security!

Oh my God, when she fell asleep, she thought she was hugging her big stuffed toy.

This... wow... what is going on?

Shang Qing hurriedly got out of bed. At this time, Ji Xun had regained his consciousness and was no longer as childish as he was last night.

He slowly opened his eyes. They were no longer red and he regained some clarity. Looking at Shang Qing running away, he felt a little confused.

When Shang Qing took his arms away and lowered her legs from his, he woke up. He really liked the feeling of being hugged, but he also felt that it shouldn't be like this. He admitted that he really liked the sense of security Shang Qing gave him, he liked her unique body fragrance, he liked her embrace...

He pursed his lips and looked at Shang Qing who was running away. "Does my sister hate me? Does she not like me anymore?"

Is it because I didn't listen and close my eyes yesterday?

There was a look of confusion in his eyes, and a feeling of grievance and tension was stuck in his heart.

Where did Shang Qing go? She ran back home. She was damp all over now. She had taken care of Ji Xun last night, and then she had to hold a damp Ji Xun all night. How could she not feel uncomfortable?

She wanted to go back home to take a shower and change into clean clothes before Ji Xun woke up. She was feeling really uncomfortable now.

Fortunately, I called Teacher Yao Pangpang last night and told him that my younger brother was sick and needed care. I asked for half a day off to see how the situation was.

When they came back, an hour had passed. Shang Qing brought back the rice porridge, eggs and egg pancakes that her grandmother had cooked for them in the morning.

She tiptoed into the room, thinking that Ji Xun had not woken up yet, so she gently placed breakfast on the desk. She walked to the bed, leaned close to the lying Ji Xun, and placed her warm palm on his forehead.

Ji Xun was shocked. She was back!

Her cool fingertips brushed across his forehead. Her palm was warm, but her fingertips were slightly cool.

Then, fingers reached his back and he tensed up.

"Hmm, it feels dry." Shang Qing muttered to herself. Just as she was about to leave the bed, she saw Ji Xun turned around and stared at her with a burning gaze.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Come, eat something." Shang Qing went over, put his arms around Ji Xun's waist, lifted him up, and leaned him against the bed.

Ji Xun was a bit of a germaphobe and muttered in a hoarse voice, "Sister... I didn't brush my teeth."

Shang Qing smiled and pinched his cheek: "You're sick, why bother with so much? Come on, open your mouth!"

"This is porridge that grandma started cooking early in the morning. It's soft and fragrant. It smells so good. I also put a lot of sugar in it, so it's very sweet. Even grandma said, 'I'm going to die from buying sugar because of this sweetness.'"

Ji Xun smiled slightly, opened his mouth obediently, and his haggard face showed a hint of vitality.

This time, Shang Qing once again took on the role of a maid, feeding him spoonful after spoonful. In between, she'd give him a bite of omelet and peel an egg, repeatedly reminding him to eat slowly. There was plenty of time, no rush.

Ji Xun wanted her to eat first, but Shang Qing disagreed. She had eaten a lot last night, but Ji Xun hadn't eaten a single bite except for half a bowl of porridge. Her health was already poor, and if it continued like this, wouldn't it be even harder to get better? She also wanted to gain weight quickly.

Look at that little bit of flesh that I had finally put on, but in just two days, it's obvious that he's become even thinner and haggard again. Shang Qing was very unhappy about this. Why is it so difficult to make a child fat?

"You need to gain some weight. You're too thin. It affects your appearance."

Shang Qing pinched Ji Xun's cheek again. It seemed that making him fat had become her obsession.

Ji Xun nodded obediently. His sister liked him to be fatter, so he would eat more.

"Of course, you can't eat too much. You have to eat in moderation. That way you can stay healthy."

It seemed that there was a worm in Ji Xun's stomach, Shang Qing immediately reminded him.

Like the refreshing breeze in the mountains, Ji Xun's frail and haggard face was filled with a refreshing smile, fresh and pure.

Keeping an eye on the time, Shang Qing rolled the handful of pills into powder, added a lot of sugar, and brewed it with warm water. He watched Ji Xun drink it, and only then did he feel relieved. He let him lie down and rest.

Ji Xun was touched. It was the first time he drank such a sweet medicinal juice. Thinking that the pills from yesterday had become like this, what was there for him to not understand?

As the medicine entered his stomach, his heart felt warmed.

"Xiao Xun, let's go to the hospital and check your legs, okay?" Shang Qing asked patiently.

Ji Xun shook his head. He felt weak all over and didn't want to go because there was nothing wrong.

"Xiao Xun, let's go to the hospital, okay... It will be troublesome if your legs get infected." Shang Qing has already lifted the quilt covering her legs. Her legs were wet yesterday, and it will be troublesome if they get infected.

Ji Xun nodded. He knew that his sister cared very much about his legs. If something really happened to his legs, would his sister no longer like him?

Shang Qing felt relieved, as she was afraid that he would be as stubborn as he was last night.

"Grandma, I'm taking Xiao Xun to the hospital. Well, no, he's no longer feverish and is much better... Yes, you don't have to go with me. I'll take him to check his legs. Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone with her grandmother, Shang Qing asked Ji Xun to put on his pants by himself while she helped him put on his shirt.

After packing up, Shang Qing prepared to carry Ji Xun on her back, but Ji Xun disagreed, saying he didn't want Shang Qing to be so tired. But he felt limp and weak, with no strength left. In the end, he could only lie on top of her, gently hugging her neck and resting his head on her shoulder. Shang Qing then carried him out of the yard.

He took a taxi to the hospital and asked Dr. Wang to check him again. Dr. Wang admired Shang Qing's sense of crisis.

It’s right to see a doctor. If you don’t, and the condition becomes serious, it will be troublesome.

Hearing this, Shang Qing became more certain of the correctness of his decision.

After leaving the hospital, his leg, now bandaged, had become a key protected project for Shangqing. He was naturally carried on his back again until he returned to his residence and lay down.

Ji Xun is now quiet and not as willful and stubborn as he was last night. He is very well-behaved and does whatever Shang Qing asks him to do.

Shang Qing touched his hair with satisfaction. It was a little damp, but he was still sick, so washing his hair was definitely out of the question. He could only let it get dirty for now.