Morning Star

Chapter 300: Have I caused you trouble?

The three of them are interesting.

Fang Hao and Chi Feng were both demons and monsters who were hundreds of years old, yet they were chased and beaten by a 19-year-old girl.

Moreover, Shi Yuan's strength was similar to Chi Feng's, and they were no match for Fang Hao at all. Chi Feng was the fastest of the three. But Fang Hao and Chi Feng were willing to be chased by a little girl like Shi Yuan, and they kept wailing.

"They had a lot of fun." Chujiu concluded with a smile.

Mo Xinglan glanced at the two demons and one monster that were running farther and farther away, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Jiu'er seems to like them very much."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Chujiu's face froze instantly and he quickly looked away.

He turned around, took two steps forward and coughed twice: "It's cold outside, let's go back."

Then he walked forward on his own.

Looking at the figure getting farther and farther away in front of him, Mo Xinglan glanced in the direction of Fang Hao and the others again, with little emotion in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the person in front of him, and immediately reminded him with an unhappy look on his face: "...You left something behind."

"Ah?" She paused after hearing this, turned around in confusion, and lowered her head to search, "What did I leave behind?"

"Your future husband." He looked at her aggrievedly.

Chujiu was stunned on the spot, the five words he said kept spinning in his mind.

Seeing that she was standing there stupidly and didn't come over, Mo Xinglan raised his hand to her: "Come here."

She walked over obediently and supported him. Her soft cheeks were tinged with red. The corners of her mouth were almost level with her ears.

Suddenly she remembered something and looked up at him: "Xingxing, can you sing happy birthday?"

"Happy Birthday song? What Happy Birthday song? I can't sing."

She pursed her lips with some regret.

She remembered that she had asked him if he could sing in the secret place before, and he said no.

But she changed her mind and smiled again: "It doesn't matter, how about I teach Xingxing to sing?"

As for the birthday song, she would sing it to him next time it’s his birthday.

He paused slightly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he thought for a while: "But I just want to hear Jiuer sing."

"No, I want to listen to the stars sing." She pouted and looked a little unhappy.

"will not."

"I told you I taught you."

"I'm tone-deaf."

"Then can you play the piano?"

"..."

Seeing that he didn't answer immediately, Chujiu curled the corners of his mouth, grabbed his hair with his white and tender little claws, and shook the hair tail proudly: "Hehe, you can do it, right?"

Looking at the hair that she was swinging back and forth in her hands, he felt as if his tail had been caught. He turned his face away guiltily and opened his mouth to veto.

"Don't lie to me."

Before he could even utter a word, he was blocked by Chujiu's words.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

But how could she let him go so easily? She smiled at him and said, "How can you be tone-deaf if you can play the piano?"

"I play the piano with my hands, not with my mouth."

"..."

After hearing this, she pouted and shook off his hair, turned her face away and muttered unhappily: "Humph, in the final analysis, you just don't want to sing for me."

After mumbling, she turned back and glared at him: "You can't listen to me sing again in the future. Humph!"

“……”Are you really angry?

"Jiuer?" He called out tentatively.

Chujiu turned his head away and pretended not to hear.

"..."

After a long time, the two returned to the bedroom, and Chujiu washed up and lay down on the bed.

Mo Xinglan had also finished washing up, with her wet hair draped over her body and drops of water dripping down her fair skin.

"Why don't you wipe the water off your body every time?" Chujiu got up from the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding his hand, drying the moisture off his body.

He smiled helplessly and said, "I do want to."

Chujiu's expression paused slightly, he lowered his eyelashes and said nothing more.

After drying the water off his body, she helped him onto the bed and skillfully took out the medicine box to apply medicine and bandage him.

Mo Xinglan quietly looked at Chujiu who lowered his eyes and applied medicine to him.

The wound on his upper abdomen would occasionally feel a stinging pain as she applied the medicine, but he had gotten used to it and didn't feel it hurt much.

However, her face looked very heavy every time she applied medicine to him.

He lowered his eyes to glance at the hand that was applying medicine.

He was very careful and gentle, and was shaking a little from being too cautious.

He looked at her again, opened his mouth for a while before speaking: "...Did I cause you any trouble?"

Looking back on the time since she was injured, she has always been taking care of herself.

It seemed that since he met her, all his shortcomings were exposed in front of her, and she was there every time he was injured or unwell.

He used to be alone and didn't like others' help. But she seemed to always like to break his habit, treating him well without complaining.

But, with her personality, she is so afraid of trouble, so how could she be willing to take care of him, treat him well, and cause trouble for herself for no reason?

Is it because through him you can find a way back?

Chujiu didn't know what he was thinking, and paused for a moment after hearing his words. He didn't control the strength of his hand, and the hand holding the medicine spoon to apply the medicine accidentally shook on his wound.

Feeling his cold breath, she hastily withdrew her hand. She lowered her brows and looked at him worriedly.

Sure enough, he broke out in cold sweat on his forehead due to the pain.

Seeing his tightly pursed lips turn a little paler, I remembered what he had just said.

She pouted and glared at him angrily: "If you can't speak, don't speak."

Mo Xinglan pursed his lips and said nothing.

"But why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"

I picked up the cotton and gently wiped away the blood, then continued to apply medicine to him.

He was silent for a while: "You don't have to be so careful, I'm not afraid of pain."

"But I'm afraid you'll be hurt."

"It doesn't hurt."

"How can it not hurt?" She put down the cotton swab and retorted stubbornly.

She bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes to slowly move her gaze from the wound on his upper abdomen to the wound on his waist and abdomen.

Looking at them one by one, every wound was bright red, as if they were freshly made.

She would never forget the bloody look on his body when Ji Fansong treated his wound when he was injured.

She knew very well that although the cuts on his waist were thin and not very long, they were very deep.

It seemed to be able to split his entire body in two from the waist. So the total pain was no lighter than the hole in his upper abdomen.

She knew this, but she hugged him so tightly in broad daylight for someone else and hurt him. She deserved to be beaten.

As he thought about it, her white and tender fingers gently stroked the wounds on his waist.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt so heartbroken.

The sudden touch made Mo Xinglan pause.

The soft and warm touch made his wounds feel painful and itchy, and even his heart felt itchy.

She thought that spiritual energy could heal the wound, so without giving it much thought, she gently used her fingertips to move a few strands of spiritual energy.

The soft white fingers, with a hint of gentle spiritual energy, followed the deep red wounds and gently touched the wound on the lower abdomen.

Mo Xinglan's body was trembling slightly. His hands, which were supporting the bed, tightly grasped the sheets. He frowned and groaned twice.

The originally pale cheeks were inexplicably flushed with two blushes, as if she was drunk.