Morning Star

Chapter 308 Missing Mom...

He gradually calmed down in the coolness, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then raised his hand to touch his still hot face.

My hands had been kept outside and were already ice cold, which was just the right amount to cool down the remaining heat on my face.

Then he turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at the person who was still asleep in the quilt.

After hesitating for a while, he supported himself on the bed and slowly lay down in the quilt.

Chujiu opened his eyes slightly and moved inward to keep a distance from him.

Feng Jiuli didn't care. She tucked the corner of the quilt for her, covered herself with the quilt, turned off the light, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Although both of them closed their eyes, their minds were completely unable to calm down.

Chujiu couldn't figure it out.

It's just that I was watched, it's not very clear, and it's not the first time I was watched. Why am I so nervous this time, and why is my heart beating so fast?

After all, we live in modern society and know a lot of knowledge. Why should we be nervous?

But, Xingxing was shy just now, wasn't she? She couldn't even speak clearly.

Thinking of this, she suddenly laughed.

"Hey, hey hey hey..." I laughed out loud accidentally.

Mo Xinglan's eyelids twitched, and his cheeks quietly became hot. Fortunately, the lights were turned off and he couldn't see it.

He said sullenly, "Sleep."

"Hey...ah? Oh, yeah." Chujiu's laughter stopped abruptly, feeling a little guilty.

"Ah! Ahh!"

As soon as I stopped, my nose started to itch and I sneezed a few times. I sniffed, shrank my body, and felt a little cold on my back.

Mo Xinglan hesitated for a moment, then turned sideways to face her, reached out and held her in his arms.

Chujiu was frightened by his action and remained in his arms with his body stiff.

I feel a little cold, maybe because I haven't recovered from the cold yet.

Smelling the sweet fragrance on Mo Xinglan's body, her tense body gradually relaxed.

Mo Xinglan's body was very warm, which made Chujiu involuntarily snuggle into his arms and rub his head against him out of habit.

Mo Xinglan frowned slightly but said nothing. He gently patted her back with his warm hands as if coaxing a child.

Only then did Chujiu fall into a deep sleep.

As the night deepened, the temperature outside grew colder and colder, with heavy snow falling from the dark sky.

The guards on duty were also replaced in batches.

The cold wind blew, and I shivered even though I was wearing thick winter clothes.

The surroundings were so quiet that there was not even a sound.

In the dark night, the girl twisted her face and moved her body uncomfortably, making a muffled groan in her throat.

She shivered, hugged the boy's waist tightly, and kept getting into his arms, as if she wanted to squeeze herself into the boy's body.

"Ouch... cold... so cold..."

While muttering, he increased the strength of his hands.

Mo Xinglan was awakened by the pain in his body.

His brows were furrowed and his head was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

The worst thing was that he felt like his waist was about to break and he even had some difficulty breathing.

He grasped the wrist that was tightly around his waist with his backhand, hoping to get her to loosen up a little, but it had the opposite effect and made her hold him even tighter.

Had to give up.

The intense pain from the wound made him subconsciously pull the pillow tighter. He slightly opened his lips and took several deep breaths before he slowly got used to the pain.

He lowered his head and gently stroked the girl's face: "Jiu'er, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Woo..." She whimpered and didn't answer.

He then realized that her face was very hot, and when he touched her body, it was also hot.

I tried to sit up by holding on to the bed, but there was someone hanging on me who refused to let go, and the wounds on my body were so painful that it hurt like hell.

I had no choice but to lie back down helplessly.

After panting for a while, he put a hand on her, patted her back to comfort her: "Jiuer, I'm here."

"Woo..." She hummed softly as if in response.

"You're holding me too tight, can you please loosen up a little?" He lowered his head and spoke softly as if coaxing a child.

Chujiu rubbed his neck with some effort and hummed reluctantly.

Mo Xinglan was helpless, he sighed, frowned, and his dark eyes turned.

He stroked her head gently with his hand and said softly, "Jiu'er, my body hurts, can you loosen up a little?"

Chujiu whimpered and seemed to be hesitating, then loosened his grip a little.

Mo Xinglan finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a while to calm down. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Jiu'er, let me go first. I'll go get something and come back soon, okay?"

"Wu... no..." Chujiu refused with a nasal voice. She hugged him tightly again as if she was afraid that he would leave.

The pain was so severe that Mo Xinglan clutched the pillow tighter again, and his breathing was trembling.

After a long pause, he gently stroked her back and coaxed her: "Jiu'er, do you want some candy? I'll get you some candy, something delicious. Okay? Okay?"

She was silent for a moment and replied muffledly: "...Yeah."

"Then let me go and I'll get you some candy."

She then slowly let go and then curled up into a ball.

Mo Xinglan let out a long sigh, endured the pain, and got up from the bed.

Just as I stood up, I felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, I held onto the edge of the bed.

Then he turned on the light, slowly walked to the shelf, picked up a small green bottle and returned to the bed.

I sat up on the bed. Before I could relax, I lay down on my side again.

He poured a pill of fever-reducing medicine into his palm and casually placed the bottle next to his pillow.

He brought Chujiu over and stuffed the medicine into her mouth: "Be good, take it."

But as soon as the pill entered Chujiu's mouth, she spat it out.

She twisted her face and sobbed, tears almost coming out.

The pill was very bitter. She tasted bitterness as soon as she took a sip. Of course she didn't want to eat it.

Mo Xinglan sighed helplessly and stuffed the pill into his mouth.

He held her body with one arm and the other hand on the back of her head, kissing her on the lips.

He forced it in for her.

She wanted to vomit but couldn't, so she could only swallow it. Then she hummed with a wronged tone, her face full of tears.

Mo Xinglan noticed it and left her lips. He felt distressed when he saw her crying.

He sighed again, reached out and tugged at his collar, and made a small cut on his shoulder with his fingertips.

He held her head and pressed her lips to the small cut on her shoulder, one hand gently patting her back to comfort her.

"Sugar water, drink it."

Chujiu tasted the sweetness vaguely and started to inhale it.

Mo Xinglan was also extremely helpless. Since when did he become her candy man?

Chujiu stopped drinking and started crying even harder.

Mo Xinglan was startled and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Is his blood of no use?

Chujiu whimpered and shrank into his arms, then hugged his waist again.

"Woo... woo... mom... mom..."

"!" Mo Xinglan's body stiffened and he was stunned.

It wasn’t because Chujiu mistook her for a mother, but because... she missed home.

“Wow…I want to go home, wow…Mom…woo…I miss Mommy…I miss Daddy…woo…Xiao Shi…Mom…Mom…woo…”

"..."

Mo Xinglan pursed his pale lips into a line, and regardless of the pain in his body, he held her tightly with both hands, as if she would suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye.