After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After Si Jiu said that he had a stomachache, Wen Baizhi showed an expression that said, "I see."

Si Jiu was a little nervous. This was almost the first time in the past three years that he expressed his true feelings in front of others.

Although this person is Wen Bai.

No, it should be said that it is Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi tilted her head and asked him, "Do you want to lie down on the bed for a while?"

The carriage was exceptionally spacious, and the couch was large enough for Si Jiu to lie down.

But Si Jiu didn't want to appear weak in front of her, so he pursed his lips and shook his head.

As if she had guessed that he would refuse, Wen Baizhi pulled a soft pillow from the bed and placed it behind him.

"Then you will feel more comfortable if you lean on this pillow. You don't have much flesh on your back, so it will be uncomfortable if you just lean on it like that."

This was almost the first time she said to Si Jiu that he was thin. Wen Baizhi quickly made up for it, "I didn't mean to say how thin you are. Everyone is fat or thin. Health is the most important thing, isn't it?"

Si Jiu said nothing, just leaned his back completely against the pillow, enjoying the softness of his back.

Seeing him relax, Wen Baizhi asked again, "I have taken care of people with stomach problems before, and I know how to rub their stomachs to make them feel better. How about I rub yours too?"

Si Jiu looked into her dark eyes and felt like he was about to fall into them.

But he enjoyed this indulgence.

Forget it. When she returns home today, her father will definitely get angry with her, and he might even set a deadline for them to divorce.

Before that, he just wanted to feel her warmth again.

Treat it as the light in his dark life in the future.

He nodded.

After getting the affirmation, Wen Baizhi sat cross-legged beside him.

Such a bold sitting posture is certainly not something a boudoir lady like Wen Baizhi can do.

But she is still Wen Bai inside after all.

Si Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong.

Soon he felt a warm hand on his abdomen.

"Does it hurt when I press you like this?" Wen Baizhi asked while pressing.

Si Jiu shook his head.

Wen Baizhi slightly increased the strength of his men.

She explained: "I feel that your stomach seems to be cramping. I may need to use some force to help you relieve the cramp."

Si Jiu naturally obeyed her at this moment: "Thank you for your help, Miss Wen."

Wen Baizhi looked at his bloodless face and blurted out: "I saw someone rolling on the ground in pain because of stomach cramps before, why don't you seem to feel anything at all, don't you feel any pain?"

How could Si Jiu not feel pain?

It felt like an invisible hand was grabbing at his stomach, and the pain was so severe that his breathing slowed down.

But he still said calmly: "Maybe I'm used to it, it doesn't hurt."

Wen Baizhi didn't know where she got angry from: "It doesn't hurt and you're used to it. I didn't know you could endure it so much. You can go to the battlefield to fight. The general must like soldiers like you who are not afraid of pain or injury."

Si Jiu forced a weak laugh: "If Miss Wen were the general, would she also like a soldier like me?"

Wen Baizhi's men continued to move: "Of course I like it. I will definitely appoint you as the first person to lead the charge."

Si Jiu felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

At this moment, Wen Baizhi pressed the most critical position, and Si Jiu, who was immersed in satisfaction, couldn't control himself and cried out in pain.

"Uh......"

Wen Baizhi looked at his face and said, "Does it hurt you? Just bear with it, it will be fine soon."

Si Jiu shook his head and wanted to say that he didn't feel any pain, but when he saw Wen Baizhi's serious look, he swallowed the words that were about to come out: "It hurts a little here."

Wen Baizhi said with relief: "Isn't this right? If you feel pain, just say it out loud, and no one will laugh at you."

Sijiu looked down at the hand pressing on his abdomen.

The Wen Bai in my memory has warm and rough hands.

The few times he accidentally touched her hand, he would secretly miss her for a long time.

After seeing her body three years ago, the first thing he looked at was her hands.

The back of her hands were covered in wounds, blood, and extremely cold.

But at this moment, I can feel her warmth again.

He missed this warmth.

Before his brain could react, he had his hand over hers.

Wen Baizhi frowned subconsciously at the cold touch.

Si Jiu thought that she was dissatisfied with his abrupt action, and tried to move his hand away tremblingly.

However, Wen Baizhi unexpectedly wrapped his hand with her other hand.

Their three hands together now formed a strange stacked posture.

Wen Baizhi said, "Your hands are too cold. I didn't react for a moment."

Si Jiu's first reaction was to apologize: "Sorry Miss Wen, I froze you."

Wen Baizhi said nonchalantly: "It's only late autumn, winter is coming and we'll see how you survive."

Si Jiu smiled and said, "It's the same everywhere."

He didn't say how he was spending his winter, but Wen Baizhi knew that he must have had a hard time in previous winters.

After a massage, some beads of sweat appeared on Si Jiu's thin cheeks.

Wen Baizhi withdrew her hand, took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, and carefully wiped the sweat off his face.

Si Jiu said hoarsely: "Thank you, Miss Wen."

When Wen Baizhi finished wiping her sweat and was about to take the handkerchief back, Si Jiu called her: "Miss Wen, give me this handkerchief. If it gets dirty, I'll wash it and send it to you."

Wen Baizhi looked at the handkerchief and said, "It's okay. I just wiped some sweat off my face. How can it be so dirty that it needs to be washed?"

But looking at Si Jiu's persistent eyes, she still handed him the handkerchief.

"But you can't keep calling me Miss Wen. Once we get to the Wen residence, if you keep calling me Miss Wen, it will make it seem like we are not familiar with each other."

Si Jiu carefully put the handkerchief close to his heart and said, "Then can I call you Bai Zhi?"

Wen Baizhi said: "Just call me like this."

Si Jiu took a deep breath and said, "Bai Zhi."

Since Wen Baizhi's rebirth, very few people have called her by this name.

So now I feel a sense of inexplicable shame when Si Jiu calls me.

"Angelica dahurica."

Seeing that she didn't move, Si Jiu called out again.

Wen Baizhi then responded as if breaking the ice.

Si Jiu suggested again: "Since I call you Bai Zhi, you can no longer call me Du Gong. Just call me by my name."

Wen Baizhi looked up and asked him: "Should I call you Si Jiu?"

Si Jiu's hand unconsciously touched the place where he had placed the handkerchief.

"Call me Zijin."

Wen Baizhi's brain went blank for a moment.

As she sees now, Si Jiu now has only two titles in front of the world.

Or it could be the Dugong.

Or it could be Si Jiu.

And there are very few people who are qualified to call him Si Jiu.

She thought it was already a great achievement for her to be able to call him Si Jiu.

But she never thought that he actually told her the name "Zi Jin".

Her voice trembled slightly: "Zijin?" She pretended to hear the name for the first time, "Is this your name too?"

Si Jiu nodded, his eyes unexpectedly gentle, and said, "No one has called me by this name for three years, but now I want to hear you call me like this."