Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 219 How can you describe it like this?

It was just a moment of dizziness, and the back of Shang Qing's head was firmly protected in a warm palm, and her entire soft upper body was also softly wrapped in the broad chest.

Smelling the familiar cool air and feeling an incomparable sense of security, Shang Qing closed his eyes, but a faint, weak, sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Xun."

Seeing Shang Qing's pale face, Ji Xun was worried and nervous, and his voice was anxious: "Well, sister, how are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Shang Qing slowly opened her eyes and wanted to nod, but she felt a little dizzy. She opened her lips slightly and said, "Hmm... I feel a little dizzy... Xiao Xun, what's wrong with me? Why am I in the hospital?"

After hearing Shang Qing's calm and composed question, Ji Xun closed her eyes, her throat rolling slightly, and she felt much more at ease. When she opened her eyes again, a bright light appeared in her eyes: "Yes, sister, your fever is very serious, so I brought you to the hospital. Besides the dizziness, are you feeling any other discomfort?"

"I feel like I have no strength left." Shang Qing answered truthfully. Then something occurred to him and he hurriedly asked, "Xiao Xun, how long have I been burning?"

"I've had a fever since I woke up this morning." Ji Xun was more concerned about Shang Qing's current physical condition and asked with concern, "Sister, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Shang Qing hadn't expected to have a fever for so long without any recollection of it. Perhaps because she'd just woken up, she had no appetite but was rather thirsty. She pursed her dry lips and said, "Xiao Xun, I need some water."

Ji Xun was not willing to let Shang Qing feel uncomfortable. Hearing her say she was thirsty and seeing her lips no longer moist, he quickly reached out and took the water cup on the table. The cute cup with a straw was already placed at Shang Qing's lips.

Being held in Ji Xun's arms, Shang Qing felt very comfortable. She didn't know why, but after she had a fever and fell ill, she became more dependent on Ji Xun. She loved being held in his arms like this, and felt very comfortable. Blinking her hazy eyes, she saw the particularly cute cup in Ji Xun's hand. She couldn't help but laugh and said, "Xiao Xun, do you treat me like a child?"

"Yeah. Sister is a child now." Ji Xun made Shang Qing's posture more comfortable, his voice soft and pleasant, as if he was coaxing a child.

This voice was so beautiful that Shang Qing felt like her ears were pregnant. Oh, that's not right. How could I think of this word to describe my brother?

Sniffing the refreshing fragrance of Ji Xun and nestling in his warm arms, Shang Qing recalled her previous thoughts. When she came to her senses, her cheeks, which had been a little pale, turned pink, with a hint of shyness.

Because he was worried, Ji Xun was always observing Shang Qing's condition. When he saw her cheeks instantly turn red, he thought she had a fever again, so he lowered his head and wanted to touch her forehead with his cheek to feel the temperature.

After all, both of his hands were occupied, so he could only use his face. Ji Xun didn't think too much about it. He was like a frightened bird. As long as Shang Qing made any movement, he would be extremely nervous.

But Shang Qing had no idea what was going on. Just when she was feeling embarrassed, a handsome face that was so infuriating that it could infuriate both humans and gods was placed right in front of her.

Shang Qing suddenly widened her eyes, staring blankly at that handsome face, which was getting closer and closer to her. Her whole body stiffened, she held her breath, and her heart stopped.

The delicate white cheek was getting closer and closer. She felt like she was holding her breath, her fingers tightly grasping the corner of the quilt, not daring to look anymore, and suddenly closed her eyes. She did not want to push Ji Xun away, but closed her eyes the first time she dodged.

When that slightly cool, smooth, fair face touched Shang Qing's forehead, her heartbeat became even more joyful. She was somewhat bewildered and at a loss, and could only close her eyes to ease her panic. She only heard Ji Xun's voice as if he was talking to himself: "Well, fortunately, the fever is gone. It seems that the fever has subsided."

Then, Ji Xun raised his head, sat up straight, and lifted Shang Qing's soft body up so that she could lean on him more comfortably.

Shang Qing finally realized what Ji Xun was doing. Her cheeks flushed. Just now, just now, she actually thought Ji Xun was going to kiss her! What was she thinking? She wanted to crawl under the quilt. How embarrassing.

Perhaps, she herself did not realize what this meant. When did she and her brother feel embarrassed or shy?

The most crucial thing was that she actually thought Ji Xun was going to kiss her with this simple action? This in itself meant that Shang Qing's mentality had changed greatly, and the nature of the situation had changed.

Her attitude towards Ji Xun had changed, it was no longer simple. She just hadn't thought about it in that way.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Ji Xun thought Shang Qing was not quite right. He didn't know what was wrong with Shang Qing, but he felt that she was different from usual. He thought she was feeling unwell and didn't tell him.

"No..." His voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make any sound. Shang Qing coughed and finally found his voice, "It's okay, I'm just thirsty."

Ji Xun had just held the cup aside to avoid touching her. Hearing she was thirsty, he was unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest injustice, and hurriedly urged her with concern, "Okay, sister, drink quickly. I put a little honey in this water, it's sweet, and it's not hot, it's warm."

Shang Qing bit down on the straw, finally having a chance to ease her awkwardness. Besides, Ji Xun was a good cook, so everything he made was delicious. Even a simple cup of honey water tasted great. She began to sip the honey water, her heartbeat becoming even calmer.

Ji Xun thought Shang Qing was thirsty, but she was still weak, so he was worried about her drinking water like this. He held the cup and reminded her, "Sister, drink slowly, don't choke."

She was drinking water in such big gulps just to hide her embarrassment. When she looked up and saw Ji Xun's worried eyes, she was distracted and lowered her eyes to hide the surprise in them, then she obediently drank in small sips.

After drinking more than half a cup, Shang Qing finally felt that he was no longer uncomfortable, so he turned his head and stopped drinking.

Ji Xun placed the water cup beside her, supported Shang Qing with both hands, and took her to lie down on the bed. Like coaxing a baby, he patiently said, "Sister, it's late. Be good and sleep a little longer. Okay?"

Shang Qing was confused. Had she missed something? Or had Ji Xun developed a new pattern with her illness? Why did he speak with a clipped sound? It was like talking to a baby, soft and gentle, a different feeling, very pleasant to the ear.

Shang Qing did not raise any questions. She thought Ji Xun was very cute and adorable when he spoke like that.

Her hands were itching to pinch his cheeks, but that was definitely not possible now.

Because she hadn't recovered yet, her whole body was sore and weak. Asking her to raise her arms and stretch out her little hands to pinch his face, wasn't this just a dream?

Alas, I can only look at this cute and handsome face but cannot touch it. I feel helpless.