Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 282 Insecure Baby

Hearing Ji Xun say this, Shang Qing smiled helplessly: "You are my brother, why are you saying thank you? If you say such polite words again, I will be angry."

Ji Xun pursed his lips and fell silent. His entire body trembled slightly, and he quickly closed his eyes, clutching the bed sheet tightly, trying not to feel anything unusual. It wasn't Ji Xun's fault; it was simply Shang Qing's hands on his slightly cool belly. The moment those soft, warm hands touched his skin, his mind was distracted, and his entire body felt hot and uncomfortable. It was a strange feeling.

But from Shang Qing's perspective, Ji Xun was in so much pain and discomfort. Especially when she saw Ji Xun's slightly swollen stomach, trembling helplessly. It must be so painful! And her brother was so foolishly enduring it! It really made her feel distressed and wanted to punish him!

Just now, Shang Qing was talking, looking at his uncomfortable look, frowning, and placing her warm little hand directly on that spot. The moment her hand touched the skin, it felt tender and smooth, yet cold as a piece of cold jade. Shang Qing frowned, she shivered at the coldness, let alone Ji Xun?

Shang Qing looked at Ji Xun with resentment, who had a frown on his face and flushed cheeks, and sighed with heartache, then began to massage gently according to the techniques he had learned.

"Be good, Xiaoxun, don't be nervous." Thinking that Ji Xun was too nervous and scared, Shang Qing stopped and wiped Ji Xun's forehead with a small hand, gently reminding him, "Relax, don't be tense. Breathe steadily, and it will stop hurting soon."

Ji Xun obediently took a deep breath and repeatedly reminded himself to relax, not wanting to make Shang Qing worry.

Seeing Ji Xun obediently following his orders, Shang Qing smiled gently with satisfaction. She lowered her pajamas to hide her radiant, drool-worthy belly. She placed her warm palms on the slightly pulsating, cold area and gently massaged it, trying to warm him up.

This is not only a physical contact, but also a spiritual comfort. Every subtle and gentle movement is full of love.

The touch of her fingertips and palms against the cold skin brought a slight warmth. The stomach muscles relaxed under her fingertips, becoming warm and tender, and the discomfort slowly disappeared.

The scene in front of him became increasingly blurry. Ji Xun blinked slowly, his pupils gradually losing focus until he closed his eyes completely.

Ji Xun, already drifting off to sleep, no longer held back. He yearned for the comforting warmth, his belly rising and pressing tightly against Shang Qing's palm. Following the rhythm of the kneading, as if knowing this was the most comforting environment, he no longer groaned in discomfort.

Because he felt warm and comfortable, even though Ji Xun was already in a deep sleep, he still instinctively moved towards the source of warmth, the scent he was most familiar with and liked.

In this way, Ji Xun seemed to curl up in Shang Qing's arms, like a helpless and insecure baby. It seemed that only with Shang Qing could he truly get all the warmth and vitality.

Because Ji Xun moved unconsciously until he curled up beside Shang Qing, her heart melted into a pool of water, but because of this posture, she could no longer help warm his stomach.

Thinking that Ji Xun was no longer feeling uncomfortable, Shang Qing took his hand away from Ji Xun's stomach, stood up and prepared to leave.

Just after he left, Ji Xun hummed a soft moan of grievance from his lips. He frowned, perhaps because he was too uncomfortable, he curled up like a poor insecure baby.

"Sister... Sister... please don't leave me..." Her lips parted slightly as she whispered in her dream. In the quiet night, the words were remarkably clear.

In Ji Xun's dream, the warm and gentle spring scenery was replaced by the freezing cold of winter. He watched his sister turn and leave. He was scared and wanted to keep Shang Qing, but Shang Qing did not look back. He could only watch her figure become more and more blurred until she disappeared from his world.

In this world of ice and snow, snowflakes fell on him, and he fell to the ground. The freezing cold ground seemed to want to swallow him up. He could only curl up, as if this was the only way to relieve the pain.

Seeing Ji Xun curled up into a ball, looking so weak and helpless, Shang Qing felt so heartbroken that she felt suffocated.

"Hey, why are you always so strong? It's so painful, yet you still have to endure it." Shang Qing sighed helplessly. She took off her shoes and got on the bed, lying beside him. She put her arms around the fragile and aching Ji Xun and gently stroked his back to relax him. Not feeling any burden at all, her small hands once again reached into Ji Xun's clothes, resting on the slightly cool stomach area, and gently massaging it.

As if feeling the warmth of Shang Qing's embrace, Ji Xun followed the familiar and pleasant scent, and naturally put his arms around Shang Qing's waist, curling himself up in her arms.

When she was hugged, Shang Qing's whole body stiffened, but when Ji Xun's cheek rubbed Shang Qing's collarbone gently and the cool breath slowly swept over her skin, Shang Qing lowered her head to look at Ji Xun in his arms.

Ji Xun's breathing gradually became long and gentle, his slightly furrowed brows relaxed, his beautiful lips had some color, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and there was a hint of a smile.

Shang Qing didn't move, her hand still covering Ji Xun's stomach, not massaging it any more. But the warmth also soothed the dull pain in Ji Xun's stomach, making him sigh comfortably, his lips pouting like a cute baby.

"So cute, so adorable," Shang Qing murmured softly, her finger gently touching his lips. Then, her eyes focused on his long, thick eyelashes. Such long eyelashes on a boy. It's really... really beautiful.

Ji Xun, who was sleeping in Shang Qing's arms, completely relaxed his already weak physique and fell into a sweet dream.

Knowing that Ji Xun was soundly asleep, Shang Qing raised a warm smile. She gently withdrew, and Ji Xun's arm, which was originally around her waist, fell softly on the bed as she slowly moved.

Getting out of bed, Shang Qing looked down at Ji Xun who was sleeping on his side with his body half turned. A gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He put the stuffed toy next to him into his arms, took his arm and wrapped it around the stuffed toy, with half of his cheek nestled in the stuffed toy.

Hugging his stuffed animal, the dozing Ji Xun looked even more adorable. Shang Qing faced the soft, dim light and lovingly pinched his smooth cheeks, ruffled his hair, and tucked the quilt over him.

The desk lamp was turned off, and the room darkened. Rubbing her sore hands, Shang Qing yawned loudly and tiptoed back to her room to sleep. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep soon after she lay back in bed.

However, from that day on, Shang Qing paid attention to Ji Xun's appetite, no longer allowing him to eat cold food, and reminded him not to skip meals or overeat. In short, Ji Xun never had stomach pain again from that time on.

Shang Qing only knew that Ji Xun's stomach was not very good, so after Ji Xun came back from abroad, she began to enjoy the wonderful moments of being cared for and nourishing his stomach every day. Ji Xun was feeling unwell again, so how could she not worry and be anxious?