Morning Star

Chapter 283 Hand hurts

Mo Xinglan set his eyes on the cloak thrown on the ground, walked over, slowly bent down and picked up the cloak.

He frowned, brushed the snow off his cloak, and placed the cloak on the back of the chair beside the table.

He shook his body and leaned on the table for a while, then walked to the bed and slowly sat on the edge facing her.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "I was wrong, Jiuer, please don't be angry, okay?"

Chujiu was silent for a while in the bed and said sullenly: "What's wrong?"

He was slightly stunned, thought for a moment and said uncertainly: "My mistake was... I shouldn't have left you alone and not come back to have dinner with you."

This should be it, right? He didn't think there was anything wrong with the rest.

Unexpectedly, she pulled the quilt to cover herself more tightly and said angrily, "Who cares where you go to eat?"

She was indeed upset about this, but since he had already told Shi Yuan in advance that he would tell her when she woke up, she would not be angry about this, but for another reason. He himself forgot what he promised her. How could she not be angry? Now she was even angrier.

Mo Xinglan's body stiffened, and he opened his mouth but said nothing.

So it’s not because of this?

So what had he done wrong? What had made her angry?

I really can't think of it, but I don't want to see her angry.

The room became quiet for a moment, so quiet that Chujiu could hear his own breathing.

After a long time, just when Jiu thought he would not say anything else, he heard his aggrieved voice through the quilt: "Jiu'er, my body hurts, the wound hurts so much and it's so uncomfortable."

She supported herself on the bed with her hands and tried to sit up, but soon remembered that he had lied to her several times before with the same words, so she tugged at the bed sheet and resolutely did not sit up, still lying motionless and ignoring him.

The owner of the voice saw that she was unmoved and said in a muffled voice, "He vomited blood."

This time she couldn't help but sit up suddenly and looked at him anxiously and worriedly.

Although he looked pale, he had a smile on his face, which looked very proud to Chujiu.

There was no trace of blood on his mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then grabbed his hands and spread them apart.

A pair of white hands were clean and tidy, without a trace of blood. He looked at his sleeves again and they were still clean.

Now she understood that he was lying to her again. She was instantly furious and angrily slapped the quilt on her legs with both hands and yelled at him: "You lied to me again!"

Mo Xinglan was a little dazed by her sudden yell.

Before I could come to my senses, I saw her face full of anger and asked, "Is it fun to make fun of your body?"

"I..." Seeing that she was even angrier, he didn't know what to say for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he only said one word.

Chujiu glared at him and turned his head away, not wanting to look at him anymore. Then he pulled the quilt and lay down again.

"Jiuer..." He stretched out his hand in panic, trying to stop her, but retracted his hand halfway because he was afraid of provoking her again.

With his brows lowered, a hint of grievance flashed in his eyes.

The two of them became cold again and no one spoke.

After a moment, Mo Xinglan slowly stood up, walked to the door, and asked someone to bring in a bathtub, put it behind the screen, and fill it with water.

After the servant went out and closed the door, he glanced at Chujiu who was lying on the bed, then walked behind the screen. He poured some Snow Dew liquid into the water, took off all his clothes, let his hair down, and removed all the blood-soaked gauze on his body, then stepped in.

Hearing the sound of water flowing slowly from behind the screen, Chujiu knew that he must be taking a bath.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of flowing water was heard again, and soon Mo Xinglan walked out from behind the screen with his hair disheveled and all wet.

I glanced at the person on the bed and saw that she was still lying there, with loneliness and grievance flashing across her eyes as she lowered her eyes.

So, where did he go wrong?

With a head full of questions and grievances, he sat down at the table, dragged out a medicine box, and picked up a white medicine bottle from it.

Before I could open it, a white hand reached out from behind and took it away.

He was stunned for a moment but did not turn around to look at the owner of the hand. He just put his hand on the table without saying anything or moving.

Chujiu put the bottle back in place, stared at his wet head and puffed up his lips. Holding back his anger, he took a step towards him, bent down, and before he could react, he put one hand on his back and lifted his knees with the other hand to pick him up.

Her body suddenly flew into the air. Mo Xinglan was stunned. He stared at her with wide eyes, not yet reacting to what was happening.

Chujiu carried him and used her spiritual energy to dry the water off his body. When they reached the bed, the water on his body was also dried. After hesitating for a moment, she sighed and gently put him on the bed, letting him half lean against the headboard.

If she hadn't taken his injuries into consideration, she would have thrown him down.

I stood by the bed and fanned my hot face with my palm. I wore too much when I went out because it was cold outside, and then I was angry and didn't take off my coat and just wrapped myself in the quilt. I was already hot.

I fanned myself a few times, took off my coat, and then took off the small cotton-padded jacket underneath it. I breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like I was finally alive.

She turned around and put the medicine box on the table on the bed. Then she climbed onto the bed and sat next to him.

He skillfully picked up the ointment from the medicine box and scooped a small spoonful with a sterilized medicine dispenser.

Mo Xinglan obediently raised his knees, tugged at his clothes, and looked at her eagerly, waiting for her to apply medicine to him.

Seeing him exposing his long white legs so naturally, Chujiu's long curled eyelashes trembled slightly. She pursed her lips tightly and silently and carefully applied the medicine on the wound on his leg.

After applying the medicine, she brought gauze to bandage the wound. She was very skilled in the whole process, and soon the wound on his leg was healed.

Then she put the ointment in the medicine box, moved closer to him, picked up the ointment again, but lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, didn't move or speak, as if she was waiting for something.

Mo Xinglan pursed his lips, knowing that she was waiting for him to take off his clothes.

But he didn't move, a little aggrieved: "My hand hurts."

This time, Chujiu finally looked up at him, but still said nothing, and put the ointment back into the medicine box. She grabbed his collar with one hand, but because her hand was not long enough and she was afraid of accidentally touching the wound on his arm, she let go.

She raised her knees and knelt between his legs, then she pulled his collar again, gently lowered it from his shoulders, and hung it on his wrists.

Not bothering to go back to his original position, he reached out and dragged the medicine box towards him, picked up the ointment again, lowered his head and carefully applied the medicine to him.

Mo Xinglan's eyes flashed and he turned away, his heart beating faster.

He still felt very strange and uncomfortable seeing this posture again.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the wound on his upper abdomen. His breathing stagnated and his body moved back reflexively, and his thoughts were pulled back.

He frowned and looked down at her again, only to see that she had put down the hand that was applying the medicine to him. Her hand was trembling slightly, and a tear fell on the back of her hand.

His face froze: "Jiu'er?"

Why was she crying again? Why did he always make her cry?