Morning Star

Chapter 326 Why Forgot Him?

Chujiu obviously didn't believe his answer, and smiled at him: "If I wasn't dreaming, how could I see you..."

At this point she paused, looked him up and down before continuing, "You little beauty?"

"..."

He pursed his lips, and his face did not blush or his heart did not beat faster as before because of her words. Instead, the look in his eyes became even darker.

Seeing that he remained silent, Chujiu sat up with a smile on her face, moved her butt closer to him, and stared at him with lustful eyes.

Since she was dreaming, and it was her own dream, then she could do whatever she wanted, right? Hehe...

"My little beauty, but you came here on your own. Oh no, you wanted to enter my dream on your own. So don't blame me for being rude. Hehe..." She knelt down with her legs and held his face and laughed.

Mo Xinglan held her face and looked at her quietly.

All she could think about was why she had forgotten about him.

While he was thinking, the girl in front of him lifted his chin with her fingers.

Judging from the look on her face, she seemed to be looking for something again.

"Little beauty, aren't you the little white cat?" She looked around and used one hand to pull the hair covering his ears.

He frowned: "What cat? I'm not a cat."

Chujiu felt that he was lying to her: "How is that possible? I saw you turn into a little white cat before."

As she spoke, she tilted her head to look behind him in confusion, and reached out to touch his tailbone: "Where's the tail?"

Mo Xinglan shuddered and sat up straight reflexively. His mind went blank. With a red face, he grabbed her hand that was groping around behind him and glared at her in annoyance: "I'm not a cat. I don't have ears or a tail."

"..." She blinked twice and looked behind him with suspicion.

Seeing her little action, he raised his hand and turned her face over: "You are not dreaming, you are awake now. Don't you feel it?"

"How is that possible?" She waved away his hand that was holding her face.

But when she noticed that he was frowning and looked unhappy, she began to hesitate.

She stared at him as if to prove something to him, then raised her hand and pinched her face hard.

"Ouch!"

"Jiu'er!"

The first sound was Chujiu's wail of pain from being pinched by himself, and the second sound was Mo Xinglan's scream.

Mo Xinglan reached out to stop it but it was too late.

I was speechless for a moment. She was really cruel to me. Fortunately, she just pinched me with her hands and didn't cut me with a knife.

And Chujiu finally believed that he was not dreaming.

But she also began to panic.

I looked around again and my heart started beating faster and faster. It was because of fear.

She quickly stepped back and kept a distance from him: "You you you, me me, where, where is this? Who are you?"

Could she have met a human trafficker? And he dragged her to this place? Then the handsome guy in front of her couldn't be a human trafficker? Human traffickers these days are all so handsome? Is this really unbelievable?

With such a pretty face and such a good figure, why would you become a human trafficker? You can make a living just by relying on your face, right?

Mo Xinglan was startled by her sudden action. He was stunned for a moment and felt a sharp pain in his heart. His expression was slightly dark, and he said softly: "Jiu'er, you..."

He paused, bit the tender flesh on his lower lip and continued, "Look at me carefully, Jiuer, look at me. My name is Mo Xinglan, and I am your star. Jiuer...you said that you like me, you said you would not leave me, you would not forget me, Jiuer..."

Why did you forget him?

Why why why?!

Chujiu didn't know why, looking at his hurt face and the pleading tone in his voice, the fear and vigilance in his heart slowly disappeared, and his heart began to ache.

Only then did she begin to notice a strand of dark brown hair draped across her leg.

She looked down, then reached out and took it in her hand in confusion. She looked around in shock, touched her head with her hand, and then pulled her hair.

She looked down at her hands and clothes, her eyes trembling slightly, then she looked up at his clothes and his hair.

At first she thought it was a dream, then she thought he was a human trafficker. But how could a human trafficker be so good-looking, dressed like that, with such long hair?

This is obvious...

No way? It can't be what she thinks, right?

Thinking of this, she no longer paid attention to the sad-looking boy next to her, but instead propped herself up on the ice bed with both hands and looked at the ice surface. It could barely be used as a mirror.

She could get a rough idea of ​​herself, and a rough idea was enough, because she was very familiar with her appearance.

She raised her hand to lift her bangs up, and with her other hand she pulled her hair to make it fold at the back of her head, which made it look like short hair at first glance.

After watching, she lay on the ice bed and murmured, "Don't tell me this body is also called Chujiu."

"...It is indeed called Chujiu." Mo Xinglan confirmed her words.

He could guess what was going on in her mind by looking at her actions just now.

After being excited, he suddenly calmed down, but his blood-red eyes were filled with a cold light, like the lava of hell, trying to pull people in and devour them.

He stared at her, trying his best to suppress his bloodthirsty rage.

Chujiu didn't look at him, and didn't notice the look in his eyes. But after hearing his answer, she was speechless for a long time. She laughed dryly twice and didn't say anything.

It's so ridiculous.

Then she turned her gaze to Mo Xinglan, who was sitting on the edge of the cold bed beside her.

At this time, Mo Xinglan had come back to his senses and put away those emotions. Instead, his eyes were full of worry again.

Chujiu thought of how he had called her before, his expression, and his words, and she suddenly felt overwhelmed.

It seems that this little beauty in front of me likes the original owner of this body very much. But she...

So does she want to play a role?

But, after all, she was not the one he liked.

How about we negotiate with him? He looks so good, so he won't do anything excessive, right?

Thinking of this, she sat up and looked at him hesitantly and said, "Um, your name is Mo Xinglan, right?"

"...Yeah." He was silent for a moment and then replied softly. A look of desolation flashed across his eyes.

Chujiu didn't see it and sighed: "Just... now, a little..."

She hesitated, not knowing how to start, for she was afraid of discouraging him.

After thinking for a while, I decided to confirm it first: "Do you, do you, like, like... Chujiu?"

Is it okay to say this? Although it is ambiguous, she did it on purpose.

Seeing her like this, Mo Xinglan understood what she meant.

Seriously said: "I like you, not the original owner of your body, but you who are talking to me now."

"!" Her pupils trembled.

He, he, what does he mean?

Mo Xinglan anticipated that she would have questions, and patiently explained: "You have occupied this body a long time ago, and you don't remember me now because your soul is a little injured. If you don't believe it, you can think about what you were doing before you came into this body. And how long ago was it."

After he said that, Chujiu was shocked and actually recalled it. But the more she recalled, the weirder it became. She seemed to be unable to remember how she came to this body, and no matter how she recalled it, it felt like it happened a long time ago, not just now.

Her mind was a little confused for a moment, and she huddled there, holding her head in a daze.