Morning Star

Chapter 327 Listen More and You’ll Get Used to It

Mo Xinglan felt distressed seeing her like this, but she would have to go through this stage sooner or later.

He stretched out his hand to touch her head, but stopped halfway. After hesitating for a moment, he gently placed his hand on her head and rubbed it gently: "Jiu'er, don't be afraid, it will be fine, it won't take long. Trust me, okay?"

Chujiu just stood there in a daze, motionless, as if he hadn't heard what he said and had entered his own world.

"Jiu'er..."

"So, where are my parents? Where is Chu Xiaoshi? How long have I been here? How are they doing?"

As soon as he said this, he heard her mumbling.

The tears fell like knives stabbing into his heart. The hand on her head suddenly froze and slowly fell.

"..."

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

She could remember the past in that world, but she forgot what happened in this world, and she forgot about him too. After all, he was not as good as her relatives in that world.

Time passed quietly without the two of them saying a word.

Seeing that the time for cleansing the body and soul had arrived, Mo Xinglan took out some spiritual fruits and food from a storage ring he had found on Chujiu and placed it next to her.

Then he stood up and said, "If you're...hungry, eat something. I'll be outside that door."

After saying that, he looked at her and waited for a while. When he didn't get her response, he lowered his eyes and turned to walk out the door.

He came to the pool, untied the belt around his waist, took off his thin blood-red robe, lifted his long white legs and stepped into the cold water.

Before, he thought the water was very cold, but now he felt that it was not so cold. Because his heart was colder than the water.

Not only is it cold, it's also painful.

He sat at the bottom of the pool with his hands on the edge, his head resting on his arms, his body trembling slightly and a little dazed.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Chujiu, who was curled up on the ice bed in the hall, gradually accepted the current situation and was indeed a little hungry.

He turned his head to look at the pile of food and a strange silver ring placed beside him.

She ignored the ring and took a fruit and started eating it.

After eating, she didn't plan to walk around. Because it was really too spacious here, and she could see everything at a glance. The only thing she couldn't see was behind the doorway, but she didn't want to move, so she didn't plan to see what was outside.

She lowered her eyes to look at the ice bed she was sitting on and touched it with her hand.

It was icy cold, but it didn't melt due to her body temperature. She didn't feel cold when she was on it, just icy.

What on earth is this strange phenomenon?

As she thought about it, she suddenly felt a little dizzy. She rubbed her head and simply stopped thinking about it, lying on the cold bed in a daze.

A long time passed, and when she was about to fall asleep, a red figure came in front of her and sat on the edge of the ice bed.

"Jiu'er, get up and drink the medicine."

The boy's hoarse but pleasant voice rang in my ears.

As if to bewitch her, she felt less sleepy than before. She opened her eyes wide and sat up on the ice.

She looked at him, her eyes full of confusion.

Why is his face so pale? With his red clothes and long black hair, he looks like a ghost.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shudder, then lowered her eyes to look at the bowl of so-called medicine handed to her.

But why is this medicine so red? Like blood, with a hint of golden light?

But this medicine smells so sweet and very comfortable to smell.

But she still didn't forget the strange color of the medicine.

She reached out to take the medicine bowl, but didn't rush to drink it. Instead, she looked up at him in confusion: "Why is this medicine so red? It looks like blood."

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned, his eyes flashing: "The decoction for treating the soul is naturally... special."

He looked away when he said the latter part.

When she thinks about it, she will definitely get angry again.

"Really?" She didn't quite believe it.

He lowered his eyes and replied softly: "Yeah."

After hearing this, Chujiu hesitated and looked at it again, pointing a finger into the bowl: "What are these floating golden things, um... what are these strands of things?"

"It's medicine." He still lowered his eyes and answered softly.

She looked at him hesitantly, holding the bowl in both hands but never drinking.

Does this scent always feel familiar?

Seeing that she was looking at him but didn't drink, Mo Xinglan moved his pale lips: "Drink it, you will feel better after drinking it."

I should be able to remember him after drinking it, right?

At that time, no matter what she said to him or how angry she was with him, it didn't matter, as long as she didn't forget him.

She bit her lower lip, brought the bowl to her lips and took a gulp.

Then she stared at the medicine in the bowl in amazement, looked up at him in disbelief: "Why is this sweet?"

Is this really medicine? How can there be sweet medicine? Aren’t all medicines bitter?

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he raised his eyes and twitched the corners of his lips slightly: "Aren't you afraid of bitterness? So I put some sweet herbs in it."

His eyebrows softened: "Is it delicious?"

"It tastes good, but..." She thought for a moment and didn't know how to describe it. After a while, she continued, "But... why do I feel that this taste is... so familiar?"

His eyes trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away: "It may be related to you. You used to drink a lot. Drink it, then take a nap, and you will be fine when you wake up."

He urged her, afraid that she might notice something.

Chujiu hesitated for a moment and continued drinking half-believingly.

She really liked the taste. Was that really why she drank it so often before?

After a while, she finished the bowl of medicine and even burped.

Mo Xinglan took the bowl and let her lie down to sleep.

Chujiu did want to sleep just now, but now she is not so sleepy anymore. But she still lies down. Lying down does not necessarily mean sleeping.

"Jiuer..." Mo Xinglan called her softly with hesitation.

He wants to sleep with her, but will she agree?

Chujiu noticed his hesitation and thought about the way he addressed her, which sounded a little uncomfortable to her.

After thinking about it, I decided to mention it to him, so I said, "Um, Mo Xinglan..."

"..." Hearing her address to him, his expression froze. His hands on his legs tightened with trembling.

She continued, "Well, you, can you still call me Chujiu, or Xiaojiu? My family and friends all call me that. I'm a little uncomfortable with you calling me that."

"..."

His lips trembled and then closed, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly to hide the emotions in his red eyes.

After waiting for a while, he spoke with a hint of begging: "Listen more and you will get used to it."

Don't let even his name become unfamiliar.

Chujiu opened her lips and wanted to refuse, but when she looked up and saw that he looked so pitiful and haggard, she felt a little reluctant.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed, "It's up to you."

He looked as if she would do something terribly bad to him if she refused.

She should just go along with him. It was just a name, and it wouldn't hurt her to call him that.

Suddenly she remembered what he seemed to be about to say, and asked, "What did you mean by calling me just now?"

"...Hmm." He turned his head to look at her, opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, and after a long while he said, "Can I...sleep with you?"