After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

At the end of that day, Wen Baizhi was sitting at the table, hiccuping.

Si Jiu dipped a towel in hot water and carefully wiped her tears.

She hadn't cried like this in a long time.

Five years ago, when her father and brother were confiscated and exiled to the frontier by Qi Yan'an on charges of treason, she did not cry.

Four years ago, when she lost her loved ones while guarding the border and fighting the enemy, she did not cry.

When she lost her life three years ago, she just felt relieved and thought she could finally return to modern society.

But today, she seemed to want to cry out all her previous grievances and dissatisfactions because of Si Jiu's matter.

Because she realized today that the people and things she cherished and valued in the past have long since changed and are no longer under her control.

Si Jiu looked at her red and swollen eyes and said distressedly: "Your eyes are swollen from crying."

Wen Baizhi rubbed her eyes casually: "It's okay, I just look a little scary."

Although Si Jiu didn't know why she suddenly cried so sadly, when she cried, he wanted to give her his whole life.

"I'll ask Rong Heng to take a look later. Your eyes are so swollen."

Wen Baizhi pulled the towel over: "It's not that delicate. Just dip the towel in some cold water and apply it on your eyes. If that doesn't work, ask Cuizhi to boil an egg and I'll roll it around my eyes a few times."

Si Jiu still insisted: "But I'm still worried. Let Rong Heng come and take a look and prescribe some ointment or something."

Wen Baizhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why do we need to use ointment? It's just a simple case of swollen eyes from crying. There's no need to be so serious. Medicines are poisonous. We can avoid using medicine if we can."

After thinking about it, she added, "But you are different. If you are sick, you can't be afraid of taking medicine."

Seeing that she was still worried about him, Si Jiu felt warm in his heart: "I'll do as you say."

After that, Si Jiu ate white porridge, but also took a few bites of pickles.

Wen Baizhi also ate her meal silently, and did not comment while eating like she did before.

Si Jiu was not used to such a quiet atmosphere. He put down the bowl of porridge and said, "What's wrong? Do your eyes still hurt? Or is this food not to your liking? No, I'll ask Ping An to find someone else to make you something you like."

Wen Baizhi waved her hand: "My eyes don't hurt, and the food is to my liking. But I always think that you can't taste the food anymore, so I think it's unfair to you if I keep talking about the taste like before."

She spoke sincerely, and Si Jiu felt relieved, fortunately she was not feeling unwell.

"You don't have to worry about me. I can't taste the flavor anyway. I still want to hear you describe the taste of the dishes like you did before. This will make me feel as if I have tasted them myself."

Wen Baizhi's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Seeing her encouraged, Si Jiu's mood also improved: "Yes, I always ate alone before, and the food was light. No one told me the taste of the dishes like you do, so every meal was the same and tasteless."

Wen Baizhi took a bite of the pickled cucumber, put it in her mouth, and chewed it: "This pickled cucumber tastes sour at first, and then it tastes sweet. It should be because some sugar is added. It is very refreshing."

Seeing that she was the same as before, Si Jiu was completely relieved.

Even the porridge that I could only drink a few mouthfuls of, I ended up drinking half a bowl.

After Cuizhi took away the tableware, Wen Baizhi carefully approached Si Jiu.

Si Jiu asked: "What's wrong? Do you want some more snacks?"

Wen Baizhi said honestly: "Rong Heng told me that if someone rubs your stomach after every meal, you won't feel so much pain."

Si Jiu immediately understood what she wanted to do: "So you want to rub it for me now?"

Wen Baizhi nodded hurriedly.

Si Jiu originally wanted to refuse because he had a vague reason in his mind.

But seeing Wen Baizhi like this, he nodded subconsciously.

After getting the consent, Wen Baizhi immediately unbuttoned his outer robe and put her hands on his abdomen.

The moment Si Jiu was touched by her, he remembered the reason for his rejection in his heart just now.

He froze there, not daring to move at all.

Because her outer robe was untied, it was equivalent to her touching Si Jiu's body only through her inner robe.

So she easily noticed the difference in the touch of her hand.

Si Jiusheng is extremely thin, so ordinary clothes appear very big on him.

The same is true for this middle coat.

But she seemed to feel something else under this tunic.

She felt out the shape of the thing with curiosity.

It seems to be something worn inside the middle garment.

She touched it carefully and asked, "Zijin, are you wearing any clothes underneath?"

Si Jiu didn't know how to answer her.

How could he explain to her that this was a strip of cloth used to tightly bind his waist.

It was to prevent him from peeing and to prevent him from making a fool of himself in front of others.

It is something he cannot live without now, and it is what he uses to maintain his last bit of self-esteem.

He couldn't speak, and an unknown despair rose in his heart.

Every time he thought he was qualified to stand by her side, reality would give him a heavy blow.

Wen Baizhi noticed that Si Jiu, who had been relaxed before, became extremely tense at this moment.

She looked at him in confusion.

But her hands did not stop, and she continued to rub his stomach as Rong Heng had taught her.

Si Jiu bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

Until his lips were bitten and bleeding.

Wen Baizhi frowned: "Zijin, your mouth is bleeding from your bite."

Si Jiu then loosened his teeth as if waking up from a dream.

No matter how dumb Wen Baizhi was, she could tell that something was wrong with him at this moment: "Did I rub somewhere that made you uncomfortable?"

Si Jiu shook his head so quickly that Wen Baizhi was worried that he would faint, so she quickly held his shoulders.

"Alright, alright, stop shaking. You're going to make yourself dizzy if you keep shaking."

Si Jiu pursed his lips and said nothing.

But at this moment his mood was up and down, and because his outer robe was unbuttoned and only his underwear was exposed, his stomach began to ache again.

Just now, Wen Baizhi's hand was covering it, and it was still warm, but now there is nowhere to rely on.

After so long, Wen Baizhi could easily detect his illness. When she saw his face, which had originally had a little color, turned pale again and his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, she knew that he must be feeling unwell again.

She raised her hand and touched his forehead, which was not hot.

She touched his abdomen again, and pressed her hands tightly against his shirt. Through the fabric, she felt an uneasy organ twitching violently under her hands.

"Your stomach is cramping so badly, like you're having a spasm," she confirmed.

Si Jiu felt only a little pain at first, but when she reached out to touch her abdomen just now, she was worried that she would touch the strip of cloth. At this moment, his stomach was in great pain.

It was like a thorny vine, whipping his stomach wantonly.

He let out a groan: "Uh..."

Wen Baizhi quickly helped him up: "Hurry, go lie on the couch, I'll rub the spasm for you, Doctor Rong taught me, don't be afraid."

Si Jiu was half supported and half embraced by her and pushed onto the couch.

As soon as he lay down on the couch, he curled up into a ball on his side.

After he lay down like this, his originally wide shirt had a large gap in it.

Wen Baizhi noticed with her sharp eyes that there was something white hidden under his shirt.