Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 213 Sister, Just a Little Baby

Ji Xun was never the sweet, innocent little white rabbit he was in front of Shang Qing. He was more like a fox, adorable and charming in front of the people he loved. But in front of everyone else, he was always cold, apathetic to the core.

From the beginning to the end, Ji Xun knew that he was heartless towards everyone except Shang Qing and Grandma Kang.

"I've reminded you long ago, warned you not to get close to Shang Qing anymore, not to have any ideas about her anymore, but you're too smart and presumptuous. If I let you go, you'll be a time bomb around Shang Qing. How could I possibly let you go?" Ji Xun thought secretly in his heart, with a malicious smile on his lips, "However, you seem to know a lot of things. I don't mind spending more time and energy on you!"

Ji Xun pointed his fingers and said, "I'll go get it over three days. I'll give it a try. It should be fine. I can give you the money. But how can I trust you?"

The other party: [You can only trust me now. Isn't that right? Wait until you collect the money and tell me. I will tell you where to put it.]

Ji Xun seemed to be compromising and replied: [Okay. Still this number?]

The other person: [Yes. I'll give you three days at most. You'd better not play tricks and don't tell anyone. Oh, no, how dare you tell anyone! You're the one who's most afraid of others knowing about your hypocrisy.]

Ji Xun didn't reply. He just looked at the message and dialed a number. His dark eyes were no longer pure and bright, but were now dark and cold.

It was already evening when Shang Qing woke up again.

Ji Xun had been guarding Shang Qing's room, sorting out data. The moment Shang Qing hummed, he immediately noticed it.

Putting the computer down, Ji Xun stepped forward and half-knelt on the ground: "Sister, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

He placed his palm on Shang Qing's forehead again to test her temperature. Well, fortunately, the temperature had dropped a little, not so hot anymore.

Shang Qing woke up and slowly opened her eyes. The room was a little dark. Ji Xun hadn't turned on the light because he was worried that the bright light would make Shang Qing's eyes uncomfortable.

"Xiao Xun..." Shang Qing realized that the person in front of her was Ji Xun, and she called out in a hoarse voice.

Then, she let Ji Xun pick her up weakly, and a cup with a straw was placed at her lips.

Shang Qing, holding a straw in her mouth, showed a weak smile. In order not to make Ji Xun worry, she gently teased: "This way, I look like a little baby."

"Sister, you are just a little baby." Shang Qing collapsed weakly in his arms. Ji Xun didn't dare to move, for fear that she would feel uncomfortable.

Looking at Shang Qing's weak smile, he held the cup in one hand and tucked the hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ears with the other hand.

She didn't know why, but in the quiet room, the dim evening light streaming in, she felt like being cocooned in a strong, generous embrace, comforted. Shang Qing wanted to cry. Was it the atmosphere? Shang Qing didn't know.

Shang Qing thought so and did just that. She turned over and curled up her upper body in Ji Xun's arms.

The warm and moist cheek was pressed against Ji Xun's chest. In such a quiet environment, Shang Qing put his ear against his chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart in his chest.

The tears in his eyes burst out, and each teardrop was hot, burning through Ji Xun's thin clothes and burning his fair and smooth skin.

Ji Xun felt as if someone had grabbed his throat, choking him. He couldn't breathe, and only by holding the frail, delicate girl tightly in his arms could he feel alive. He had a mission to fulfill.

"Sister, what's wrong? Did you have a fever and a nightmare?" Ji Xun put his lips close to Shang Qing's ear, whispering softly, as if talking to himself, "Sister, you've been sleeping all day. It was all a dream, it's okay now."

Shang Qing didn't answer, but just hid in his arms like a little quail, sobbing.

Ji Xun continued to ask curiously, "Sister, Senior Zhao Zhao just tried to contact you and said she couldn't get through to you. Where's your phone? I didn't see it either."

Shang Qing instinctively shuddered when she heard the word "cell phone." She panicked and tried to find her phone, but she was too weak to even move.

"Sister, don't worry. Don't worry." Ji Xun hurriedly comforted her, taking the opportunity to make a request, "Senior Zhao Zhao said your phone is turned off. I'll help you find it, okay?"

Shang Qing, who was originally nervous, felt a little relieved when she heard her cell phone was turned off, and nodded to agree to Ji Xun's help.

In front of Shang Qing, Ji Xun searched the bed and the floor everywhere, but couldn't find it.

"Sister, do you remember where you put it?" Ji Xun asked deliberately, but did not stop looking at all.

Shang Qing couldn't remember, she could only shake her head blankly.

"Ah. Here it is!" Ji Xun feigned a cry of surprise, then he lay down on the edge of the bed, his body pressed against the ground, and stretched his slender arms towards the bed with great effort. "Sister, I saw it. It's right under the bed. I'll take it out."

Shang Qing was worried. She tried to stand up, but couldn't. She could only listen to Ji Xun slowly crawling under the bed, his fingers struggling to grab the phone. "Oh, okay. Xiaoxun, be careful, don't hit your head."

"Well, okay, sister, don't worry." A muffled voice came from under the bed.

After seemingly immense effort, Ji Xun finally got the phone. He naturally took it out and placed it in the hands of Shang Qing, who was staring at the phone.

Ji Xun pretended to be relaxed and cheerful and teased: "Sister, you actually dropped your phone under the bed, so close to the inside. It seems that it fell in from the gap in the bed. Did you fall asleep while looking at your phone last night?"

Shang Qing was also confused. Last night, she was too scared and nervous. So, after reading the message, where did she put her phone? She couldn't remember.

Is that so? Why did she remember receiving an unfamiliar text message, being so frightened that she unconsciously went to look for her grandmother? Perhaps it was in that moment of anxiety that she dropped her phone.

From yesterday until now, she had been in a daze, unable to remember many things. She didn't know if it was a dream or reality. She was completely confused, not knowing where she was, whether it was in her past life or this life.

Ji Xun knew she wanted to confirm the text message. She couldn't let it go, so he needed to give her some space. So, he quickly found an excuse to go out: "Sister, grandma's cooking. I'll go check on her. You lie down for a while."

Shang Qing nodded. Ji Xun charged his phone, placed it in her hand, and left.

Hold your charged phone in your hand and wait for it to turn on automatically.

Almost a day had passed, and she had no idea what would happen. What would that stranger do? Everything was unknown. How would she face it if everyone knew about it?

Listening to the sound of the phone automatically turning on, Shang Qing closed her eyes tightly. At this moment, her palm holding the phone was wet, and her whole body was tense to the point of breaking.

Her fingers were trembling a little. She looked at the screen that had turned on automatically, hesitated for a moment, and still clicked on the text message.