If Xiao Chi was injured, she would definitely take good care of him. How could she let him lie on the bed alone like waiting to die
That's her only and most precious brother!
Wei Zihan taunted Wei Zixi for a while, then climbed into bed and fell asleep.
Xi Yue was fidgeting, and was suddenly surprised to find that she could move.
The little girl on the bed opened her eyes, but it was no longer Wei Zihan, but Xi Yue with a mature soul.
Xi Yue didn't understand why she was able to control her body suddenly, but she instinctively got out of bed immediately, walked to another small bed, and checked Wei Zixi's situation.
Wei Zixi had a high fever, his eyes were blurred, his face was blushing, but his lips were chapped and bleeding.
Xi Yue quickly poured a glass of water and fed him to drink first, very gently.
Wei Zixi was in a daze, only feeling that someone was hugging him tenderly and giving him water.
The water spilled from his mouth, and the man gently wiped it away, then whispered, "Drink slowly, don't worry."
Wei Zixi had never experienced such gentle treatment.
He has been stigmatized as a devil since he was born, and everyone rejects him and hates him, not even his parents have taken care of him so tenderly.
Wei Zixi felt that he was in a dream, and opened his eyes in a daze, seeing Wei Zihan's face, he felt that he was in a dream.
Heh, it's too late for Wei Zihan to hate him, how can he take care of him
After feeding the water, Xi Yue didn't stop, and immediately went outside to pick herbs.
She doesn't know how long she can control this body, but no matter what, she must race against time to relieve Wei Zixi's pain.
Fortunately, this village is the same as it was in the Cangda tribe. There are many herbs in the surrounding valleys, but no one in this village knows them.
Xi Yue quickly collected the herbal medicine, and it was too late to boil it, so she chopped it up and fed it to Wei Zixi with water.
After touching the little boy's fever-reducing forehead, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Sure enough, the next moment, Wei Zihan took control of his body.
She didn't know what Xi Yue was doing during this time, and after waking up, she just insulted Wei Zixi again, telling him to die.
The next day, Wei Zixi recovered from his fever.
Wei Zihan gritted his teeth with hatred, and continued to entangle the boys in the village to bully him together.
Wei Zixi looked at her full of doubts and deep thoughts. Someone must have taken care of him when he was sick that day, because when he woke up, he could feel the fragrance of herbs in his mouth.
But who is taking care of him
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Since taking control of Wei Zihan's body that day, Xi Yue has returned to the state of soul.
She could only helplessly watch the little boy being bullied, seeing that he was always covered in bruises, and the originally beautiful and fair skin was always covered with terrible wounds, some of which were even inflamed and pus.
Until one morning, Xi Yue woke up and rubbed her eyes with her hands.
This time, she was surprised, because she could control Wei Zihan's body again.
When Xi Yue stood up, she saw Wei Zixi curled up in a corner, his face was pale with pain from the wound on his body, and he trembled slightly.
Xi Yue said in a deep voice, "Come with me."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Wei Zixi's reaction, he walked out of the room.
Wei Zixi was taken aback for a moment, but in the end he got up from the bed and staggered behind Wei Zihan.
Although Wei Zihan has always hated him so much, he has been bullying him with other children.
But in Wei Zixi's heart, he still regards him as his elder sister.