Morning Star

Chapter 409: Even Falling Under the Bed Is So Cute

Mo Xinglan smiled lightly, and said softly: "Didn't you say that if you love someone, you have to love everything about her. Love your strengths, and also love your weaknesses."

"Um... shortcomings, it's better not to love them. Just be tolerant of them, otherwise you'll feel embarrassed." Her cheeks turned red and she quickly lowered her head, muttering softly.

She is aware of her own shortcomings.

He heard this but smiled without saying anything.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, lifting the boy's hair on his face and swaying gently in the air.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, and he covered his lips uncomfortably and coughed lightly.

Chujiu quickly freed up a hand to help him calm down.

When he stopped coughing, I asked worriedly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah." He responded softly with his eyes downcast.

The voice was small and hoarse.

Chujiu heard the hoarseness in his voice, pursed her lips, and her eyes were full of heartache.

"Be good, I'm fine." Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his lips, then looked at the bowl she was holding, "The rice is getting cold."

There was no color on his face as he spoke. The cold sunlight shining in from the window made him look vaguely transparent, as if he would break if touched.

Chujiu's heart trembled, his lips were pursed into a line, and he glanced sideways at the half-open wooden window.

She hated that ray of sunlight, as if it would take him away.

He raised his hand and closed the window in the air.

The light suddenly became dimmer. Mo Xinglan's long eyelashes trembled. He glanced sideways at the tightly closed window, then turned back to look at her.

She seems to be in a bad mood? Why?

Chujiu fed him food carefully, one spoonful at a time, without saying a word.

Afterwards, he gave the bowl to Shi Yuan and sat back on the stool beside the bed, but he kept his eyes down and did not speak.

"Why are you suddenly unhappy?" Mo Xinglan finally couldn't help but ask.

She bit her lower lip, pursed her lips, and raised her watery almond eyes: "I seem to understand Xingxing's feelings before."

"How was I feeling before?" He didn't quite understand.

"Yeah." She nodded, lowered her eyes and spoke slowly, "It's just how you felt before, afraid that I would leave."

She leaned forward and gently lay on his legs, buried her face in her arms, and said sullenly: "I'm afraid you will turn into bubbles and fly away."

Afraid he'd be broken again.

She started to cry when she said the last word.

She held back, she had been holding back, she had not cried since he woke up. Even though tears were welling up in her eyes, she had not let them fall.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment and felt that what she said was ridiculous. He lowered his eyes and put his hand on her head to gently stroke it, saying softly: "What's in this head? How could a living person like me turn into foam and fly away for no reason? I'm still alive now, right?"

I'm still afraid of him...

"Just now, just now... wuuuu..." She sobbed and felt very aggrieved, "That ray of sunshine is going to take you away... wuuuu..."

"..."

The hand that was stroking her head suddenly paused, and he looked up at the closed window. He finally understood why she suddenly closed the window and why she was suddenly unhappy.

Only she could say such ridiculous words.

He smiled lightly, and his low laughter reached Chujiu's ears.

Chujiu raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes: "What are you laughing at?"

"Jiuer is silly, so cute." He said softly with a smile.

The corners of her mouth dropped, and she whimpered before lying back on his lap, "I'm not stupid."

He just smiled and said nothing.

Chujiu didn't hear him speak, so she looked up at him aggrievedly, and said, "I'm not stupid."

"...Okay, not stupid, Jiuer is not stupid." He was stunned for a moment and then lovingly wiped the tears from her cheeks with his fingers.

Only then did she feel satisfied, and she smiled with red, watery eyes and curved lips.

Seeing her smile happily, he felt happy too.

The mood relaxed, and Chujiu, who had been alert for two days without a rest, felt a little sleepy. He covered his lips and yawned.

"Come and sleep if you're sleepy." Mo Xinglan said in a soft voice.

She rubbed her eyes and said, "It's okay. I can hold on for a while. I'll go to sleep after you drink the medicine."

He frowned and said without allowing any rebuttal: "I will drink the medicine myself later, you come and sleep."

She wanted to delay it a little longer: "No, I..."

"Or do you want me to carry you up?" His face turned cold.

"..."

Chujiu had no choice but to take off her shoes and climb onto the bed, crossing over him and lying beside him.

As soon as he lay down, Mo Xinglan supported himself on the bed and slowly lay down.

He turned sideways and spread out his hands skillfully: "Come here."

"I, I'll sleep here." She hesitated for a moment and decided to keep a little distance from him.

Mo Xinglan put down his tired hands and said, "Don't you like me hugging you anymore?"

"No," she answered quickly.

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, saying in a muffled voice, "I'm just, just afraid that I might not sleep well and hurt you."

"..."

He was silent, then slowly moved closer to her.

When I got closer, cold sweat had already appeared on my forehead.

He ignored her and held her in his arms without giving her any chance to refuse.

"Xingxing, I..." She stretched out her hand and tried to get out of his arms.

He held her hand tightly with his remaining strength, already a little exhausted. His voice was a little cold: "Don't force me to use my power."

"..."

Chujiu's body froze. He didn't dare to retreat anymore and curled up in his arms.

It's been a long time since I slept in his arms like this.

Since he was injured this time, she always watched him sleeping beside her with his eyes closed. She only dared to lie far away in a corner, and even when she slept, she didn't sleep very deeply and would wake up at the slightest noise.

The familiar sweet fragrance from his body slowly drifted into her nose, as if wrapping her whole body in it.

Thinking of the worries and fears of the past few days, her nose suddenly felt a little sour. Her white and tender little hand tugged on a strand of his hair that fell on her chest and tightened it, silently shedding tears.

Mo Xinglan noticed her mood change and patted her back gently like coaxing a child. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, whispering, "Good girl Jiu'er."

"Woo..."

These three words made her unable to suppress her hidden emotions any longer, and she curled up in his arms and cried like a child.

I fell asleep when I was tired of crying.

She slept very deeply and did not move at all. She did not even feel when Mo Xinglan let go of her and stood up.

I woke up at noon the next day.

When she opened her eyes, Mo Xinglan was already awake and sitting next to her reading a book.

She stared at him blankly, it was a wonderful feeling. Although there were times when she woke up and saw him sitting next to her, this time he had the most gentle temperament.

Looking at him, I felt warm and soft in my heart. Was it because he was weak? Or was it because...

She pursed her lips and chuckled as she thought of something.

"Little lazy bastard, if you don't get up now, the sun will burn your butt."

Mo Xinglan saw that she was awake but still curled up in the quilt, staring at him stupidly. Although he didn't know what she was thinking, he was definitely suspicious of staying in bed.

Chujiu opened his eyes wide and stared at him in astonishment. His mind was full of what he had just said.

Little lazy guy!

Small!

How is she younger? She is obviously two years older than him...right?

Oh, she didn't care. Her body was two years younger than his, so she was two years younger than him. She couldn't go back to her original body anyway.

Why do I feel so happy when I think about it this way?

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and she chuckled as she shrank her head.

Mo Xinglan, who was standing by, looked puzzled and asked, "What did you think of that made you so happy?"

Say it out loud and make him happy too.

"Ah, nia~" She quickly covered her face which had turned red from laughing, rolled over, and made a shy sound.

"..."

Mo Xinglan's hand holding the book trembled violently and his heart began to pound.

Although I don't know what's wrong with her, she is really cute like this. Why do I want to hold her in my arms and give her a good rub?

Chujiu was rolling around there, and Mo Xinglan looked at him with a chuckle, his face full of pampering and tenderness.

"bump!"

"oops!"

"..."

It is true that people cannot be too happy, otherwise they will end up in sorrow.

He accidentally rolled under the bed with the quilt and came into close contact with the ground.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then covered her lips and chuckled.

She's so cute even when she falls under the bed.

Chujiu blinked twice, got up awkwardly, and slowly climbed onto the bed holding the quilt.

She was small to begin with, and the autumn quilt was thicker and bigger, so when she was wrapped up in her arms, she looked even smaller.

The man climbed onto the bed, but the quilt was still half on the floor. He accidentally stepped on the quilt with his feet, and fell onto the bed with a muffled "plop". The soft bed bounced a few times.

Mo Xinglan raised the corner of his lips slightly and watched from the side, thinking that she was silly.

Chujiu secretly peeked over with one eye, and saw that he was smiling. He wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

He buried his face in the quilt, rolled over with his feet, and pulled the rest of the quilt onto the bed.

She rolled into a ball with the quilt. She tried to get up but found that she couldn't.

After struggling for a few times and whimpering in frustration, he looked at Mo Xinglan beside him with one big eye and said pitifully: "Xingxing, I seem...can't get up..."

Mo Xinglan looked at the way she and the quilt were twisted into a knot, covered her lips and chuckled: "It's fine like this."

No need for ropes.

"Oh... No, I can't move—" She buried her face in the quilt again.

He just smiled without saying anything. Helplessly he moved his body and reached out to untie her from the quilt.

Chujiu regained his freedom, sat up cross-legged, put his hands in front of him and grinned at him.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, then raised his hand and rubbed her head with a faint smile: "Is it fun?"

"It's fun, hehe." She smiled.

How could she be entangled in the quilt? She must have done it on purpose, just to get him to pull her out.

Mo Xinglan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his lips gradually became meaningful: "Change the rope next time?"

"What?" Her smile froze, but she quickly realized what was happening and shook her head, "No, no."

After a fuss, he finally got up. After washing up, he fed Mo Xinglan some medicine, rested for half an hour, and ate lunch.

The weather is gloomy today, which is perfect for a walk outside.