Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

On the sofa in the living room, Shang Qing rested her head on Grandma Kang's legs, holding her mobile phone in both hands and playing with it.

"Qingqing, grandma is going to clean your ears for you."

Grandma Kang stroked her hair with her warm palm and asked cheerfully.

Shang Qing raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling, and smiled, "Okay. Grandma, it's most comfortable to have your ears cleaned."

Shang Qing quickly got up, jumped to the small cabinet, took out the ear spoon and tissue, returned to the sofa, handed the ear spoon and tissue to her grandmother, and then she rested her head on her grandmother's legs obediently.

Grandma Kang looked at Shang Qing with a gentle gaze. She brushed the hair behind her ear, gently touched her ear, and inserted the ear spoon into it.

"It feels so comfortable." Shang Qing hummed with her eyes closed, like a lazy little kitten.

After taking it out, Grandma Kang patted Shang Qing's shoulder. She obediently changed direction. Just then, her cheek with closed eyes was facing Ji Xun who had just come out of the bedroom. Her relaxed and comfortable little expression caught his eyes.

At this time, sunlight poured into the living room, and circles of light like hazy smoke were reflected on the grandfather and grandson.

Shang Qing closed her eyes, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. The halo on her porcelain-white cheeks revealed a layer of texture, making her even more delicate and beautiful.

She muttered, "Grandma, how come your hands are so skillful? You can make delicious food, clean my ears, and it's so comfortable. Oh, yes, you also make baby clothes and check the quality of the finished products. Such delicate work, and you do it so well. The customers always praise it."

"You're just sweet-talking. All right. All right, get up."

Grandma Kang's face flushed with praise, and she smiled even more brightly. She patted her to indicate that she had finished cleaning her ears.

"I'm telling the truth." Shang Qing purred like a lazy kitten, nuzzling into Grandma Kang's arms. She opened her eyes and happened to see Ji Xun standing at the door in a daze.

Shang Qing waved to Ji Xun and said, "Come here, Xiao Xun. It feels so good when grandma cleans your ears. Come here too and let grandma clean them for you."

Seeing that he didn't move, Shang Qing stood up, trotted to his side, took his hand, and came to Grandma Kang.

She gestured for him to rest his head on Grandma Kang's legs.

Ji Xun's cheeks were flushed. He felt a little embarrassed about resting his head on Grandma Kang's legs. He had never had such an intimate gesture with his relatives since he was a child.

Grandma Kang knew that he was embarrassed and shy, so she patted her legs and called out with a smile: "Xiao Xun, come quickly and rest your head on Grandma's legs. Grandma is really good at cleaning her ears."

Ji Xun sat on the sofa somewhat awkwardly, resting his head awkwardly on Grandma Kang's legs.

Grandma Kang's kind, warm and gentle aura enveloped him, and his heart felt calm and warm.

The ear spoon went into his ear, and the small ear spoon gently and slowly probed into the ear canal. He felt the furry touch and the comfort of gently brushing against the ear canal. He relaxed all over. It seemed that all his worries were cast aside, and only comfort and enjoyment remained.

This seemed to be the first time someone had cleaned his ears. He'd always done it himself, as if it were a mission, and he'd never felt so gently cared for. A gentle smile played on his lips, and his slightly closed eyes held the tranquility of a peaceful life.

"Hey, that's comfortable, isn't it?" Seeing Ji Xun sitting up, Shang Qing came forward and showed off proudly: "Grandma's ear cleaning skills are so good that you can go out and set up a stall."

"Haha, you little girl." Grandma Kang shook her head helplessly, ignored the two of them, and went out to look for something.

Ji Xun smiled and nodded, then looked at Shang Qing who was leaning on the sofa playing with her phone and asked, "Sister, it seems like you haven't cut your nails in a while."

This sentence caught Shang Qing's attention. She looked at her nails and they seemed to be a little long.

"Let me help you cut your nails." Ji Xun came to her side with nail clippers.

Shang Qing had no objection. It was natural for Ji Xun to cut her fingernails.

The first time, of course, it was very awkward.

That time, one of her fingernails was chipped and she wanted to find a nail clipper to cut it off. Unfortunately, her hand was injured and she couldn't hold such a small nail clipper, so she asked Grandma Kang to help her cut it off.

That night, Grandma Kang's eyesight wasn't very good, so she called Ji Xun out from the English listening class and asked him to take charge.

That time, Ji Xun held Shang Qing's fingers, trembling. Shang Qing was so scared that he was afraid he would cut her flesh, so she repeatedly reminded him to be careful.

Now, after many experiences, Ji Xun has become very skilled and flexible.

Shang Qing held the phone in one hand and flipped through the short video, while the other hand was casually placed in Ji Xun's palm.

This small hand looked even smaller in his big palm. He wrapped his hand around it, picked up a finger, and carefully cut it, following the curve of her fingertip. He pinched it to the right point and trimmed it. The nail fragments fell onto the tissue bit by bit.

As the last nail was trimmed, each nail was smooth and neat without any blemishes. The hands were slightly round, but white and slender, as crystal clear as jade, and the skin was as delicate as silk.

Her attention was focused on the video on the phone. She was laughing so hard that her body was shaking. Every fingertip was dancing to a lively melody, trembling naturally in his hand, and he held it gently, as if he had grasped the melody of the whole world.

He didn't know how long he held it, until Shang Qing turned his head and asked him, "Xiao Xun, is your haircut done?"

"Oh, okay, okay, right away." Ji Xun came back to his senses from his daze, and used the nail file to grind it again before reluctantly putting it down.

"Xiao Xun. Let me cut your nails." Shang Qing sat up straight and looked at him cunningly. She had just seen Ji Xun concentrating and carefully trimming her nails. His fingers looked so beautiful.

Ji Xun's eyes lit up and he extended his hand to Shang Qing.

Shang Qing couldn't help herself. When she shook his hand, she couldn't help but admire him: "Xiao Xun, your hands are so beautiful. So enviable."

These hands look better than when they were in the hospital.

His palms were broad, slender and powerful, with smooth lines, and his fingers were slender and white, each of which seemed to be carefully carved.

Each knuckle was distinct and powerful, the fingertips slightly bent, as if ready to grasp something. The nails were a tender, flesh-pink color with a pearly sheen. Clean and beautiful.

The whole hand exudes artistic beauty, which is her favorite hand shape.

"Sister... do you like it?" His hand trembled in her warm palm, until his fingers were lifted by her slightly cool fingertips, and his heart also lifted.

Shang Qing nodded vigorously and said with certainty, "Of course, I really like it. I can't let it go."

Shang Qing didn't feel embarrassed at all about saying this.

"How about comparing with Lai Lin?" Ji Xun pursed his lips and spoke without thinking.

Shang Qing was a little puzzled as to why Ji Xun asked this. She thought carefully about her deskmate's hand. She didn't seem to pay much attention to it.

Ji Xun originally regretted asking such a nonsensical question, but when he saw Shang Qing was really in a daze, thinking, his heart, which had been jumping for joy, plummeted.

Is it Lai Lin's hands that are prettier? Otherwise, why would Sister be so embarrassed? Is she worried about hurting my pride? Is that why she can't bring herself to comment?

If Shang Qing knew that Ji Xun was so full of thoughts, she would definitely hit him on the head and try to pry open his mind. How could such a smart brain think of such useless things?

She really didn't pay much attention to it, and couldn't answer Ji Xun's serious question. She made up her mind that when she returned to school, she would observe and compare them carefully to see if her brother's hands were more beautiful.

In fact, there is no need to go through so much trouble. Since Shang Qing didn't notice whether Lai Lin's hands were beautiful, it meant that her heart had already leaned towards Ji Xun.

After all, if Lai Lin's hands were really that beautiful and in line with her aesthetic, why didn't she pay attention to it?

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