Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 281 My sister is worried

Shang Qing panicked, her eyes dodging, she coughed to cover it up, and asked, "Xiao Xun, is it sweet?"

"Yeah, sister is sweet."

Ji Xun nodded. This wasn't sweet at all; it was almost cloyingly sweet. But since Shang Qing had made it just for him, he was willing to eat it even if it was just brown sugar.

Seeing Ji Xun looking up, looking so cute like a little deer, Shang Qing was about to scream. How come her little Xun is getting cuter and cuter? I really want to give him a kiss.

When she realized what she was thinking, her cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly stood up and repeated awkwardly, "Sweet, as long as it's sweet."

When Ji Xun looked at her in confusion, Shang Qing turned around and reminded her before leaving: "Xiao Xun, go to sleep after drinking. If you're still not feeling well tomorrow, we'll go to the hospital."

When Ji Xun found out that Shang Qing was about to leave, he was not willing to agree. He reached out and grabbed Shang Qing's hand in panic. Under Shang Qing's confused expression, his beautiful face was pale and weak. He blinked his watery pure eyes pitifully and opened his lips slightly: "Sister, help me rub it, okay? Just rub it for a while, okay?"

For some reason, Shang Qing's heart softened when she saw Ji Xun like this. She sat down again and nodded as if possessed by a ghost.

Ji Xun quickly drank the brown sugar water in a few gulps, then lay back on the bed obediently, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Shang Qing with eager anticipation.

Shang Qing was worried that Ji Xun would get burned, so she tried to stop him when he quickly drank the brown sugar water. But seeing the empty cup, she could only sigh helplessly. How did he become such an impatient child?

Without thinking any more, Shang Qing placed her warm and smooth little hand on Ji Xun's abdomen through his pajamas.

Shang Qing raised her eyes and asked Ji Xun, "Is this where you feel uncomfortable?"

When Shang Qing's hand was on Ji Xun's abdomen, his whole body tensed up. Although he was nervous, he was excited inside. He nodded and answered, "Yes."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, without further delay, Shang Qing applied a slight pressure with both hands, gently rubbing circles. However, this was done through pajamas, and with almost no force, so the massage had no effect on Ji Xun. But in Ji Xun's eyes, this moment was special; he felt an incomparable blissful intoxication.

The room was a little bright, so Shang Qing dimmed the desk lamp to create a more comfortable environment for rest. On a quiet night, soft moonlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, scattering dappled light across the room, adding a touch of warmth and mystery to this ordinary space.

But this stomachache was hard to hide. Ji Xun's brow furrowed slightly, and his body trembled slightly. Afraid that Shang Qing would notice something was wrong, he closed his eyes, secretly enduring it himself, and quietly took a deep breath, as if to absorb this unique beauty into his chest to calm the waves in his heart.

How long had it been since Shang Qing touched him? He still remembered how Shang Qing wiped his body every day when he was sick. He never thought there was anything wrong with it. But now, it had become a luxury. Ji Xun's bright eyes dimmed. Because of this, Ji Xun didn't dare to move. He truly cherished this moment.

Ji Xun, who had always been unable to sleep abroad, felt more and more drowsy because of Shang Qing's gentle massage of his hands and the familiar warm feeling of her fragrance. His tense nerves, which had not rested for a long time, finally overcame the slight bloating of his appetite. He became more and more drowsy in a daze and gradually fell asleep.

As time slowly passed, in the quiet night, Shang Qing, who was fully focused on the massage, felt that Ji Xun had exhausted himself and fell asleep. She raised her eyes to look at Ji Xun's face.

He was sleeping peacefully and softly. His thick, curled eyelashes cast a shadow on his handsome face. The shadow under his eyes showed how tired he was. The dark circles under his eyes were so heavy!

Shang Qing felt distressed when her beautiful lips turned pale. Unconsciously, she gently touched the lips that had lost their color, thinking about how to restore them to their usual pink and moist state.

Perhaps because he was deep in sleep, Ji Xun, who had been trying to endure the tension, no longer cared about anything. In his drowsy state, he felt his body more clearly.

"Ugh... well, it hurts..." Ji Xun, who was deep in sleep, groaned softly in pain, unconsciously tilting his slender neck back. His hands rose reflexively and pressed against his stomach, rubbing and pressing hard through his pajamas. He frowned, bit his lip, and uttered a choked, painful groan, revealing his current discomfort.

Her lips were slightly open, she was breathing slightly rapidly, her eyelashes as long and thick as butterfly wings were trembling slightly, and her delicate and beautiful face revealed endless fragility and helplessness.

Shang Qing had never seen Ji Xun like this before. She was startled and stood up distressed, holding Ji Xun's hand, not wanting him to hurt her.

But just now, it was obvious that the place where Ji Xun's hand pressed hard was the source of his pain. Shang Qing held Ji Xun's wet hand, which calmed him down. He did not resist and pushed his hand away. Just like that, Ji Xun slowly opened his sleepy eyes. In the dim light, he slowly focused and watched Shang Qing's small face gradually approach his cheek.

Seeing Ji Xun wake up, Shang Qing sat by the bed, holding his wet hand. She leaned over to Ji Xun and asked softly, "Xiao Xun, does it hurt? Let me take a look, okay?"

Ji Xun, who was groggy but in pain and cold, was stunned for a moment. When he realized what Shang Qing was going to do, he pursed his lips, his eyes trembled slightly, his cheeks turned rosy, and he nodded shyly.

In Shang Qing's eyes, Ji Xun was like a cute little kitten, soft and adorable, touching Shang Qing's heart. However, because of his current weakness and paleness, he looked fragile and pitiful, which made people feel distressed.

After getting Ji Xun's approval, Shang Qing was really worried, so he did not hesitate to lift up Ji Xun's pajamas with one hand.

Under the dim and soft light, Ji Xun's skin was delicate and fair, glowing white. Of course, apart from the red marks from his harsh pressure, it was extremely glaring.

His abdomen was as flat as a mirror, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and his lines were beautiful. His slender waist was trembling slightly under the beautiful mermaid line. His flat abdomen without a trace of fat had a narrow belly button that caught Shang Qing's eyes.

But she didn't have the energy to appreciate it anymore. Shang Qing was more concerned about his physical discomfort. Especially when she saw Ji Xun's hands grasping the bed sheet beside him, it was obvious that his hands were shaking.

Ji Xun was nervous and uneasy. He remembered the last time Shang Qing had massaged his abdomen, when he was seriously injured and unconscious. Back then, as he awoke from his coma, trembling with pain, those small hands gently massaged him, their voice soft and soothing. He hadn't understood what was going on, and had angrily rebuked Shang Qing with disgust. Thinking back on it now, he regretted it so much that he wanted to hit himself.

Shang Qing naturally didn't know Ji Xun's thoughts and memories. She was now focused on Ji Xun. She patted his arms and hands and coaxed him, "Don't be afraid. I'm a professional. Did you forget? I'll give you a massage and it won't hurt."

Yes, in order to help Ji Xun wake up from his vegetative state, she consulted various medical staff and learned many coping methods. Of course, she knew the method of massaging the stomach and abdomen.

"Well...thank you, sister...I made you worry..." Her voice was hoarse and weak, but her eyes were filled with expectation and moisture, which made people sigh, what beautiful eyes.