Morning Star

Chapter 301 Soft like a bun

"Jiu...Jiu'er..."

His breathing became disordered and his voice trembled slightly.

Chujiu paused and looked at him worriedly: "Does it hurt if I touch your wound?"

He frowned slightly and bit the tender flesh on his lower lip and refused to answer.

Chujiu was waiting with a heavy heart, his mind full of worry.

After a while, he turned his head away and said in a muffled voice: "No, no."

She tightened her grip on the bed sheet and said, "Aren't you going to apply medicine to me?"

"...Yeah." She replied doubtfully, picked up the ointment again, and applied it to him carefully.

Always feel something is not right.

I looked up at him several times. Until I saw his slightly red cheeks, I remembered what I had done just now, and my heart skipped a beat, as if I understood.

He lowered his head and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

After a while, I applied the medicine and wrapped the gauze. When I was helping him tidy up his clothes, a little idea suddenly popped into my mind.

He looked up at the pale face that had recovered, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The hand that was helping him to straighten his clothes loosened its grip, and the clothes flowed down his two bandaged arms and hung back on his wrists.

"?" Mo Xinglan tilted his head in confusion.

Just as he was wondering why she suddenly stopped helping him tidy up his clothes, a gentle caress came from his lower abdomen through the gauze.

"?!"

As the hand caressed him gently, his cheeks gradually turned red again.

She tightened her hands on the bed, turned her face away and bit her lip, forcing herself to say, "Jiu, Jiuer, you, don't..."

"Don't you like it?" She blinked at him twice innocently, while her fingertips gently moved down from the middle of his abdomen.

"Well……"

He snorted softly, frowned, closed his eyes, and grabbed the hand that had no intention of stopping.

He turned around and stared at her in annoyance: "...I don't dislike it."

"Then why are you pulling my hand?" She tilted her head deliberately in confusion.

But after a long while, he only opened his mouth for a moment when he finished speaking, but still no sound came out.

Then he pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and looked a little annoyed, as if he didn't know how to express what he wanted to say.

She knew how he felt at the moment with her lips raised, but so what, how could she let go of such a rare opportunity so easily.

She leaned forward, not giving him a chance to respond, and raised her head to kiss his fair neck.

The other hand that was not held by him was also not idle, resting on his slippery shoulder. Along with the kiss on his lips, the fingertips gently slid from his shoulder to his arm.

"Um……"

He wanted to stop her, but before he could say the words, his neck tilted up uncontrollably.

Her lips slowly moved from his neck to his left collarbone, and her fingertips gently stroked his arm along his right collarbone.

Mo Xinglan's body was trembling slightly, and his breathing became more and more disordered.

And that naughty hand seemed to be addicted to playing, slowly sliding down from the collarbone to the right side of the chest.

"Um... um..."

He couldn't help but hum twice more.

“Jiu…Jiuer, stop…” His voice was trembling.

My hands unconsciously clenched tightly.

"Hiss——" Chujiu took a cold breath due to the pain in his wrist, and stared at him with a twisted face, "Are you going to crush my wrist?"

A trace of distress flashed across his face, and he loosened his grip a little: "Stop it."

She smiled at him with her eyebrows curved, and lifted a strand of hair on his shoulder with her index finger. She pulled the hair and brushed it lightly across his chest.

Innocent eyes: "What happened to me? Huh?"

He frowned and turned his face away, letting out a muffled groan from his throat.

"Hehe, Xingxing's body is really sensitive." She was very satisfied with his reaction.

Mo Xinglan bit his lower lip and forced himself not to pay attention to her words.

He raised his hand and grabbed her other hand. He wanted to relieve the emotions caused by her by taking deep breaths, but it hurt the wound on his body.

This calmed him down a lot, and he turned around and said, "Be good, stop making trouble."

He was holding both of her hands. She wanted to struggle free, but was afraid of hurting the wounds on his body.

He let out a breath and pouted reluctantly.

He sighed, "Sleep."

She pursed her lips and shook her head: "I can't sleep."

"I'm tired."

"OK then."

She had no choice but to let go of his hair dejectedly.

After a while, the two of them lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling without closing their eyes.

In the past, he would hold her to sleep even if she was injured. But tonight, instead of holding her, he kept some distance from her.

Chujiu stared at the top of the bed curtain in silence.

Xingxing didn’t hold her in her arms to sleep tonight, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

In the past, Xingxing would call her over before she went over. Could it be that he didn't call her now because he wanted her to take the initiative? Should she take the initiative?

After thinking for a while, I finally made up my mind and moved over.

Mo Xinglan thought she was going to do something again, so he turned away and quickly put his hand against her body: "Don't come over."

"?!"

She seemed to have been paused and her expression froze.

Because Mo Xinglan turned his face away, he didn't know what Chujiu's expression was at the moment.

At this moment, Mo Xinglan felt that the thing he was holding in his palm was soft, surprisingly soft.

Um? what?

Without thinking, I pinched it subconsciously.

I felt her body tremble, and when I looked sideways in confusion, I saw that she was pouting and her face was red.

With speculation in mind, he lowered his eyes and looked at the soft thing in his palm.

"!!!"

The whole person froze immediately, and quickly withdrew his hand as if escaping: "Hold, sorry."

Turn sideways with your back to her.

But the movement was too big and pulled the wound, causing him to sweat profusely and shrink while holding onto his clothes.

He calmed down and recalled the soft touch just now.

It looks like it doesn't have much of a presence, but I didn't expect it to be so soft. It's as soft as a bun.

He frowned, a little annoyed.

This is crazy, what is going on in your mind?

He shook his head secretly to get rid of those improper thoughts.

He hadn't completely calmed down yet, and he remembered her actions just now, and her expression.

I wondered if she would be angry or if she would care.

So he slowly turned around to face her.

But all he saw was her huddled back, still trembling slightly.

If you listen carefully, you can hear her sobbing, which she is trying hard to hide.

Thinking back to how I rejected her when she moved towards me just now, I guessed that I might have hurt her feelings.

Thinking it was not good, he moved closer to her. Enduring the pain, he supported himself with his right hand, and reached in front of her with his left hand to gently wipe the tears from her face.

"Just now I thought you were going to..."

He paused for a moment, didn't continue, and said, "It's my fault."

He slowly leaned over and kissed her cheek, and whispered softly, "Be good, don't cry."

She tilted her head and looked at him aggrievedly.

His eyes were red from crying, and he looked like a little rabbit that had been wronged.

He smiled helplessly and gently touched her head.

He lay on his side on the bed, frowned, and let out a breath.

He raised his hand above him: "Come here."