boyutpedia Chapter 280: Have you been wronged?
Chapter 280: Have you been wronged?
Late at night, when everyone was asleep, Ji Xun staggered into the bathroom, his weak body trembling. He half-knelt in front of the toilet, trying his best not to make any sound. He pressed hard on his stomach, suppressing the choking sound of vomiting that seemed to swallow him.
It was not known how long it took, until there was no more food in his stomach, that Ji Xun felt that breathing was no longer difficult and he felt a little more comfortable.
He struggled to stand up and flushed the filth in the toilet. Looking in the mirror at the pale face, the pink corners of the eyes soaked with tears, the tired and weak appearance with beads of sweat on the forehead, Ji Xun's eyes darkened, as if they had lost their clarity and vitality.
Rinse your mouth and wash your face.
When the cool water splashed on his face, Ji Xun felt a sense of relief. The moment he walked out of the bathroom and saw the person standing at the door, Ji Xun was terrified and froze in his place.
His eyes were filled with panic, and he looked at Shang Qing, who was frowning slightly, at a loss. His eyes were flashing with fear and panic, revealing his current worry and fear. Did his sister find out?
"Xiao Xun, what's wrong with you?" Shang Qing's voice was hoarse and soft because she had just woken up. It was small but showed anxiety. "What's going on?"
Ji Xun was so nervous that his fingers wrinkled the hem of his pajamas without him realizing it. He wanted to say he was just going to the bathroom, but he didn't know how long Shang Qing had been standing there, or whether she had heard him vomiting so uncontrollably.
Shang Qing walked forward and held Ji Xun's big hand with her warm little hand, but as soon as she touched it, she trembled because of his cold hand.
Because of this action, Ji Xun finally realized that Shang Qing was afraid of the cold and didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. He hurriedly tried to pull his hand out of Shang Qing's little hand.
Feeling that Ji Xun was about to pull his hand away, Shang Qing was unwilling to do so. She raised her eyes and looked at Ji Xun, inserted her fingers into his big hand, increased the strength, and did not let go, showing her attitude.
Seeing the determination in Shang Qing's eyes and feeling the strength in his hands, Ji Xun did not resist and obediently let Shang Qing pull him. Just like when he was still sick and Shang Qing needed to take care of him.
The moment was quiet and silent. The light from the bathroom cast a shadow on the two of them. Worried about waking Grandma Kang, Shang Qing pulled Ji Xun and tried to keep her voice down as they walked towards his room.
Since it was Shang Qing's idea, Ji Xun naturally had no objection. He just obediently let Shang Qing lead him back to his room. He was thinking in his mind how to deal with it.
Entering the room, Shang Qing watched Ji Xun come in. She let go of Ji Xun's hand and closed the door. Seeing the struggle and pain in Ji Xun's eyes, she raised her hand and touched the red blush at the corner of his eyes with her white fingers, as if this could soothe all his uneasy emotions.
Because she didn't have to worry about the noise disturbing Grandma Kang's sleep, Shang Qing turned around and looked up at Ji Xun, whose eyes were a little evasive, and asked worriedly, "Xun, what happened to you just now? I thought I heard you crying. Did you feel wronged? Who bullied you? Tell your sister."
Ji Xun was stunned for a moment before realizing that the choking, muffled groans he made while vomiting had been misheard by Shang Qing as sobs. Looking at his beautiful sister, who looked so worried and anxious, his heart trembled violently.
"Uh..." His stomach started to rumble again, and he couldn't help but groan.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" Shang Qing's eyes became panicked as she looked at Ji Xun's pale face. She only knew that Ji Xun was uncomfortable, but she had no idea where it hurt. This made her feel helpless and anxious.
Seeing Shang Qing's fragile, worried, helpless look, Ji Xun felt heartbroken. Because of him, he made his sister so vulnerable. Not wanting Shang Qing to overthink things, he thought that he just had a simple stomachache, so he stopped hiding it and said aggrievedly, "Sister, my stomach hurts a little."
"Stomach? Where does your stomach hurt?" As expected, anxiety can lead to stupid behavior. Ji Xun had already said that it was his stomach that hurt, but Shang Qing still stupidly asked such a question.
Ji Xun didn't find this sentence strange at all. He pursed his lips, pitifully took Shang Qing's little hand, placed it on his stomach, and said in a weak voice: "Sister, it hurts here."
Shang Qing's small hand was wrapped in Ji Xun's big hand and placed on his stomach, feeling the slight throbbing there. She was cautious and did not dare to touch it, only worried that it would make Ji Xun's condition worse. She hurriedly asked: "Why is it so serious! Let's go to the hospital."
"Sister, I don't want to go to the hospital." Ji Xun grabbed Shang Qing who was about to leave and shook his head like a fragile porcelain doll. His voice was hoarse, "Sister, I'm much better now."
"How can that be? Be good, let's..."
Before Shang Qing could finish, Ji Xun shook her head and refused: "Sister, I don't need to go to the hospital. It's really not that serious. Maybe it's just because I ate too quickly."
"But you don't look very good now." Shang Qing was worried, and there was anxiety in her eyes.
Ji Xun's pale cheeks wore a faint smile, and he tried to make his tone light-hearted: "Maybe I ate too much. I just felt a little uncomfortable, but now I'm much better. It's so late, and there are no real doctors in the hospital. I'll drink some hot water and get some sleep, and I'll be fine."
After hearing what Ji Xun said, Shang Qing knew that this was the truth. Going to the hospital wouldn't solve the problem at this time. Seeing that Ji Xun's complexion had indeed improved a lot, she nodded: "Okay. I'll make you a cup of brown sugar water."
"Sister, I myself..."
"Be good and lie down on the bed. Don't make me worry, okay?"
Seeing Shang Qing's serious expression and hearing her soft and coaxing voice full of heartache, Ji Xun knew her too well, so he stopped refusing, lay back on the bed obediently, covered himself with the quilt, and waited patiently.
Worried about waking Grandma Kang, Shang Qing cautiously went to the kitchen, found some brown sugar, poured in some hot water, and stirred it with a spoon. Shang Qing believed that brown sugar water could replenish Ji Xun's pale complexion. It also warmed the stomach, making the body feel better. It was that simple.
When Shang Qing appeared at the door with half a cup of brown sugar water, Ji Xun resisted the urge to get out of bed to get the water. He just sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, waiting for Shang Qing to come to him.
"It's still a little hot," Shang Qing handed the cup to Ji Xun and reminded him, "Drink it in small sips."
Taking the cup from Shang Qing, the warm steam of the brown sugar water enveloped Ji Xun's delicate features. He lowered his eyes, his hair shielding them from the mist. At that moment, he was like a beautiful woman in a painting, captivating everyone's attention. This naturally included Shang Qing, who always adored the flower boys in comics.
Shang Qing couldn't help but stretch out her fingers and gently brushed the hair on Ji Xun's forehead, wanting to let those delicate eyes show his true beauty.
Because of this touch, Ji Xun raised his eyes slightly, allowing Shang Qing to see clearly his weak and pure handsome face at this moment.
In those misty eyes, only Shang Qing's figure was visible, no room for anyone else. Those shimmering eyes were filled with watery fragments of light, making them even more beautiful beyond description.