Morning Star

Chapter 328 Damn it, so damn terrible!

"Uh..." She really didn't expect this.

Mo Xinglan was afraid that she would not agree, so he added: "We slept together every day before."

"This, this..." She was a little shocked.

But after the shock, she became curious: "Are we... married?"

If she married him, what would happen to her parents and Chu Xiaoshi? What did she think before?

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes: "No."

After a pause, he quickly said, "But you said, you said you like me, and I like you too. So, so..."

They slept together long before she said she liked him.

She felt a little embarrassed when she heard this: "Well... I... am not... not quite used to it now, and..."

Seeing that his face was getting worse, she couldn't bear to look at him and turned away: "You, why don't you go and do your thing?"

He pursed his lips and whispered, "I feel uncomfortable and don't want to be busy."

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

Seeing his face so pale, it seemed that he was indeed uncomfortable, so what else could she say.

She sighed and turned to sleep with her back to him. After a moment's silence, she said, "Then you, you, sleep... together."

Surprise flashed across his drooping eyes.

But this unexpected incident did not make him feel better.

He slowly lay down beside her, looking at her back, then turned sideways to face her back.

He reached out to touch her, but stopped halfway.

He lowered his eyes to look at her hair lying on the cold bed, then reached out and carefully took a strand.

He looked up and saw that she didn't react, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gently stroked her hair between his fingertips, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

Jiuer's hair also has the scent of gardenia.

He didn't know that Chujiu could actually still feel his little movements behind him, but just pretended not to notice.

She was very nervous and didn't feel sleepy at all.

She felt relieved only when her scalp stopped itching and she heard shallow breathing behind her.

After waiting for a while, she turned around and faced him with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes slightly and found that he had his eyes closed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I dare to open my eyes and look at him.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had a lot of worries that prevented him from sleeping well.

A strand of hair fell on his face, making the black even whiter, and it matched the cold bed he was lying on.

After she calmed down, she smelled a familiar sweet fragrance. She was a little unsure, so she moved closer to him and smelled it.

It does smell a sweet fragrance.

It smells really good, and makes people feel happy and relaxed.

"What a strange man."

……

The two were separated before falling asleep, but they hugged each other while sleeping.

When Mo Xinglan woke up, the person in his arms was still asleep.

He was attached to her body temperature and didn't want to let go. He was afraid that she would still not remember him when she woke up.

But time waits for no one, so he still has to get up.

However, because I was attached to this warmth, I postponed the time to cleanse my body and soul.

When Chujiu woke up, Mo Xinglan had been gone for a while. She lay on her side with no intention of getting up.

There was a hint of anger in his eyes.

She closed her eyes again in anger, but did not continue to sleep, she just didn't want to move.

After waiting for a while, she heard a rustling sound. She opened her eyes and saw the young man in a red robe sitting beside the cold bed, looking down at her, holding a porcelain bowl in one hand.

His face was still pale, but his eyes were gentle, with occasional flashes of expectation.

"Jiuer?" he called softly tentatively.

She raised her eyes to look at him, then looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, closed her eyes and did not move.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xinglan felt a little happy.

Looking forward to it, "Jiu'er, have you remembered everything?"

"No!" She answered without thinking.

However, her answer confirmed Mo Xinglan's guess.

Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief, and his lips curled up slightly: "Jiu'er, get up and drink the medicine. Drink it and then go to sleep, okay?"

"I don't want to drink." She turned around and gave him her back.

He paused with his hand that was stretched out to support her, pursed his lips and advised: "It's not easy to heal a wounded soul, drink another bowl, okay? And the old illnesses that have accumulated in your body over the years will be cured. In the future, you don't have to worry about getting tired after fighting for a while because of your poor physical condition. And it won't relapse due to other reasons. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

He said it lightly, as if that bowl was really just an ordinary medicine soup.

But when Chujiu heard it, she became even more angry and sad.

The greater the effect, the more blood he has lost, and the more precious it is.

She could guess it, but she was still angry, angry at herself and at him.

"Jiuer?" Mo Xinglan called out again when he saw that she didn't move.

Chujiu was angry and said angrily: "I don't want to drink!"

Mo Xinglan's eyes dimmed as he lowered his eyes to look at the blood-red liquid in the bowl with a hint of golden light.

He said in a deep voice: "You should know what is in the bowl."

There was a hint of threat in his words.

This threat made Chujiu so angry that he wanted to smash the bed. Without thinking, he shouted, "I don't know, and I don't want to know!"

He actually threatened her, even threatened her with his own body. Damn it, it's so damned!

She was so angry!

Mo Xinglan's eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked at her with endless tenderness: "If you don't want to drink, then don't drink."

It didn't matter, at least she drank a bowl. At least she remembered it.

Thinking of this, he slowly stood up and walked towards the door.

After taking a few steps, a question came from behind: "Where are you going?"

He paused, turned around, and said with a smile, "Pour out the medicine."

Since he doesn't want to drink it, he can only pour it out. Even if it is his blood, it will become ineffective if left outside for too long.

His words made Chujiu so angry that he sat up and glared at him with gritted teeth: "Come here."

He returned to the bed slowly and sat down in silence.

As soon as I sat down, the bowl in my hand was taken away.

Chujiu held the bowl with both hands, looking at the bright red in the bowl and the light that slowly flowed in it as if alive. His nose suddenly felt sore and things in front of his eyes gradually became blurred.

He lowered his head and drank it without saying a word.

He was about to pass out anyway, so he might as well let her drink it.

She drank it in one gulp and didn't return the bowl to him. Instead, she threw the empty bowl to the ground as if to vent her anger.

"Clap!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the empty bowl, which was still stained with blood, broke into dozens of pieces.

Mo Xinglan was startled by the crisp sound, and his body and heart trembled uncontrollably.

Looking at the broken bowl in silence.

After Chujiu smashed the bowl, he reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him over.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

His body was a little unsteady, and he subconsciously supported himself on the cold bed with one hand.

Because of this sudden movement, some black hair slid from his shoulders to his chest, and then fell on the cold bed and the back of his pale hands.

Chujiu unceremoniously opened the collar of his shirt with one hand and looked at his heart.

But there was nothing there except pale and smooth skin. She frowned unwillingly and reached out to touch it, but still nothing.