Morning Star

Chapter 271 Whether I leave or not, only you and I can decide

"Oh."

She glanced at the comb in his hand, responded, understood, and turned her back to him.

Soon I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp.

He spent much less time combing her hair than she did combing his.

The last one is a silver translucent hairpin with a bead that sparkles like the starry sky on the top. It is inserted into the hair. It can be used as a hair accessory and can also fix the hairstyle.

He rubbed her head gently: "Okay."

"So fast?" She was still a little bit unbelieving and raised her hand to touch her head.

She took out her small girl's mirror and looked at it.

The girl in the mirror had her hair tied into a hanging bun with two sky-blue hairbands and a hairpin. Every time she moved, the two buns and the hairband by her ears swayed gracefully.

While feeling incredible, he also noticed the hairpin. He raised his hand and gently stroked the bead on the hairpin.

The cold touch passed through the fingertips into the body, but it gave rise to a hint of warmth when it reached the heart.

When she touched the hairpin, she felt that it was not simple.

It's a bit like a spiritual weapon, but the feeling it gives her is quite different.

At this moment, a pair of hands gently wrapped around her waist from behind, and then she felt a weight on her right shoulder, and a soft voice like a charm rang in her ear: "Do you like it?"

His sudden approach and sudden action made her stiffen, and she looked at him through the mirror in her hand, flattered.

He, he actually took the initiative to approach her, and used such an ambiguous posture.

Did he believe her?

"Stars." She cautiously tilted her head and called out softly with trepidation.

He raised his eyes and looked at her sideways: "Hmm?"

Just by looking at the expression on her face, he could guess what she was thinking at the moment, but he didn't say it out loud because he wanted to see what she would say.

I saw her red lips opened, and then she turned her head back again, and then I heard her say, "I like it."

The liking she expressed seemed to be not just about the hairpin he gave her, but also about liking him.

He didn't expect this result. He stared at her for a moment, then leaned his face against her shoulder, looked at her fair face and asked with a smile: "Aren't you curious about where this hairpin came from?"

"Let me guess." She rolled her eyes, eager to try.

He chuckled: "Well, let me see how smart Jiuer is."

So she began to turn her head left and right, looking at the hairpin in her hair in the mirror.

Uncertainly, "Could it be your mother's?"

"Jiuer is so smart." He was not surprised because it was very obvious.

As soon as one touches this hairpin, one will know that it is extraordinary. How could anyone own it?

Chujiu suddenly frowned, a little embarrassed: "It should be very important to you, right?"

Since it was his mother's, it must be very important. But how could she feel comfortable giving her such an important thing?

It's not that she was being pretentious, it was mainly because she felt that this thing was too special, and she didn't know what to give him. She didn't have any valuable things.

It is said that gifts should be exchanged. His gift is too big, she can't return it. Isn't this cheating her? So he wants her to marry him?

She felt like crying but had no tears, but Mo Xinglan looked at the hairpin on her head in the mirror and seemed a little dazed.

"Well, it's very important."

His mother had never mentioned this hairpin, and he just judged on his own that it was very important to her.

Chujiu thought it was true, feeling somewhat helpless, but the corners of his mouth were already rising uncontrollably.

She tilted her head and rubbed it against his head, pretending to be melancholy and said: "It is said that gifts should be reciprocated. Xingxing, you gave me such an expensive gift, how can I reciprocate? Sigh..."

She sighed in distress after she finished speaking.

Mo Xinglan saw through it but didn't say anything, his face was filled with happiness and expectation: "It's enough for me to have Jiu'er."

The girl was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then her eyes lit up and formed a heart shape in a trance.

She put the mirror down, tilted her head and rubbed her face against his head repeatedly, making soft and delighted sounds from her mouth.

"Star, star, my star, I really want to take you home and show you off to my parents, Chu Xiaoshi, Uncle Xiao, Aunt Xiao and the others... No, showing you off once is not enough, I want to show you off every day..."

"..."

Mo Xinglan was startled by her sudden action, and his heart softened when he heard her soft voice.

It was so warm that it seemed to have turned into water.

His heart was pounding as he held her hands tighter and buried his face in her neck and shoulder.

I really want to find a place to hide her and hug her like this every day.

If she knew he had such thoughts, would she be angry?

Suddenly, a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. He held her hand tightly again and said in a sullen voice, "Jiu'er."

"Ok?"

"Will Jiuer really not leave?"

He had not forgotten that there was someone hiding behind her, a person who could threaten her life. Last time she suddenly vomited blood and fainted, and became stupid after waking up, that incident was probably caused by that person.

“……” She was slightly stunned.

She sighed, gently pushed away his hands that were hugging her, and slowly turned around to face him in his stunned look.

Helpless and distressed, I reached out and cupped his cheek, looking at him seriously: "Xingxing, whether I leave or not is a decision only you and I can make."

She didn't know why he was still uneasy, but she would prove it to him.

Mo Xinglan was puzzled after hearing this. Why could he still make the decision? Could it be that the way for her to go home really depended on him?

As he was guessing, the beautiful little face in front of him gradually approached, and then leaned her forehead against his.

I only heard her say: "Xingxing, since I said I love you, I won't leave you, but the premise is that you still love me."

"I am very selfish, and even more selfish in terms of feelings. If you don't like me anymore, even if I like you again, I won't give anything to you anymore. I will slowly forget you."

"So, Xingxing, if one day you don't like me anymore, remember to tell me. I will leave you."

She wouldn't be as foolish as him and keep giving.

Fortunately, she liked him. Otherwise, with her personality, if she didn't like him, she wouldn't like him even if he gave her his life. At most, she could be a very good friend.

Mo Xinglan held her hands and looked up at her: "There will never be such a day. I will always like you, and I will like you more and more."

Even if he forgets her due to some uncontrollable factors, he will fall in love with her when he sees her and think of his past with her.

Chujiu was not surprised by his answer.

She looked at him: "What if I don't like you anymore? What if I forget you?"

Although she already knew the answer in her heart, she still couldn't help but ask.

He frowned slightly, then turned gentle: "I will still like you. If you forget me, I will find a way to make you remember me. If you don't like me anymore and want to leave me..."

He paused at this point, and as her eyes were filled with anticipation, his smile became even gentler and more harmless, and he continued, "I will extract your soul, and you will never be able to leave me."

He finally realized that if he didn't make her realize the seriousness of the consequences, her brain would not remember anything.