Morning Star

Chapter 307 Clothes, clothes, clothes, wet, wet

When taking a bath on the ninth day of the lunar year, I don’t like someone to serve me because it always makes me feel awkward.

Not to mention Mo Xinglan. Except for Chujiu and Liu Yue who couldn't be stopped, anyone who dared to come in when he was bathing would have to pay with his life.

At this time, Chujiu was the only one in the huge bathroom, and warm steam was floating in the empty bathroom.

She was enjoying the bath so much that she didn't even want to change her position.

As time went by, Mo Xinglan's words really came true. I was about to fall asleep in a daze.

At this time, I didn't know whether the spiritual energy in the glass lamp was insufficient or there was some problem, but it kept flickering and wouldn't go out.

The flash made Chujiu's eyes feel uncomfortable, and he woke up. He was a little angry.

Who is so wicked, turning the light on and off? I'm blinded by it even with my eyes closed.

She rubbed her eyes impatiently. Just then all the lights in the bathroom went out, and it was pitch black.

Chujiu was startled and stunned for a moment.

Relying on memory, he carefully moved to the prepared robe, lifted it up, looked around cautiously, and put it on bit by bit.

She wondered who was so bold as to scare her in the bedroom, but she thought that no one else except Mo Xinglan would have the guts. But Mo Xinglan was not that kind of person, and he would not be so idle.

Thinking of this, her heart began to beat wildly and all the nerves in her body became highly tense.

"call……"

A cool breeze blew past her right ear, and she looked to the right reflexively.

But there was nothing. But I still dare not relax.

Because she had been in darkness for some time, her eyes had gradually adapted to the environment. Moreover, as a cultivator, she could still see more clearly with the light coming in from the corridor outside.

She turned around warily and looked around.

As soon as she turned around, a white shadow quickly passed by her.

She froze, cold sweat spreading from her feet to her head.

Although she was standing in a warm bath, she didn't feel any warmth at all, but rather very cold.

My heart paused for a moment and then suddenly started beating wildly again.

Her legs and feet were trembling a little. She froze in place and dared not move.

The white shadow gradually emerged from the darkness, and gradually became clearer from dim, as if it was slowly floating towards Chujiu.

Chujiu was so scared that he didn't dare to look: "Ah!!!"

He yelled, closed his eyes and ran.

Running and shouting.

Shi Yuan, who was guarding outside, was only concerned about Chujiu's safety after hearing this, and pushed the door and ran in without thinking.

But before he touched the door, it was slammed open by Chujiu who rushed out from inside.

"husband……"

Shi Yuan stretched out her hand halfway and hadn't finished shouting two words when Chujiu walked right past her.

Chujiu was wearing a thin bathrobe and running barefoot on the cold floor, shouting, fearing that the white shadow would catch up with him.

While running, she accidentally slipped and fell, getting covered in snow. But she quickly got up and ran and crawled to the bedroom.

Mo Xinglan, who was already drowsy, was awakened by the shouting that was getting closer and closer. He was startled when he heard that it was Chujiu's voice.

Open your eyes and sit up.

The excitement pulled the wound, and he paused for a moment before sitting up.

Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door was mercilessly pushed open by the girl who came running over. He didn't even dare to close the door, and quickly got into the bed with his clothes and hair soaked with snowflakes.

The bed also shook because of her action.

Mo Xinglan stared blankly at the wide-open door. A gust of cold wind made him shiver before he came back to his senses.

I raised my hand and closed the door, and felt the person shivering in the quilt, his whole body was cold and wet.

He frowned and carefully pulled the quilt open a little. He reached in and touched her head to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, Jiuer, I'm here."

Didn't she go to take a shower? What happened to her that scared her like this?

Chujiu then narrowed his eyes, stuck half of his head out and looked around, finally looking at Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan followed her gaze and looked around the room. Apart from him and her, there was no other living creature.

"what happened?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and dared to get out of the bed which was wet with the water from her body.

The look of fear on his face had not completely disappeared: "Yes, yes, yes, a ghost."

It's hard to speak anymore.

"Ghost?" Mo Xinglan glanced around again. Let alone a ghost, there was not even a shadow of a ghost.

Even if there is a ghost, he is here and if the ghost comes in, it will be scared to death.

"Nothing." He turned and looked at her.

Only then did I realize that her hair was wet and there were water droplets on her face.

My eyes slowly moved downwards following the water droplets.

Suddenly, his body stiffened and his head turned into a mess. His gaze lingered for a moment on the thin clothes that were soaked through, and then he turned his head away immediately. His pale cheeks were now red.

"Clothes, clothes, clothes, they're wet, wet." He stuttered to remind her.

Chujiu looked down at his clothes in confusion.

The bathrobe was thin to begin with, and she had put it on in the bathtub, so it was completely wet, and she didn't wipe the water off her body. She ran all the way back from the bathroom, and fell in the snow on the way, with her wet hair sticking to her body. At this moment, she looked like she had been fished out of the water.

The clothes were wet and stuck to the skin, and the skin under the clothes was faintly visible, which made it easier for people to imagine.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest and got into bed again.

There was sudden silence all around, but the two people's hearts were dancing.

Mo Xinglan froze and dared not move, he could not even feel the pain in his body.

He only dared to quietly turn his bright eyes to glance at the bulging quilt beside him, swallowed, and then looked away.

"You, you dry the water off your body."

We can't let her sleep in the bed with the quilt wet like this.

"Yeah." Chujiu responded sullenly.

Not daring to come out, he hid in the quilt and used his spiritual energy to dry the water off his body, and also dried the quilt and bed.

Mo Xinglan placed his hands on the quilt, tightly grasping it, and swallowed again.

After a while, Chujiu dried all the moisture, but still didn't dare to come out.

Her big watery eyes glanced at Mo Xinglan.

He kept his face turned away, and from her angle she could only see his long, satin-black hair.

"You, you don't sleep?"

Mo Xinglan didn't dare to turn around and let her see her current appearance. She tightened her hands around the quilt and said, "You go to sleep first."

He knew that his face must be red now. Fortunately, his hair covered his ears, otherwise she would have seen it.

"Oh, okay, fine." Chujiu didn't force it. His heart was pounding, he shrank back and closed his eyes.

Mo Xinglan was wearing a thin robe. Although the room was not as cold as outside, the temperature was not high either, and he still felt a little cold in thin clothes.