Morning Star

Chapter 229 Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?

Chu Furong and the others are still outside looking for the antidote, so I can only tell them after they come back.

Chu Furong and the others came back in the evening. They were happy and confused to learn that the poison in Chu Jiu had been cured.

Chujiu took a long time to explain before they believed it.

Late at night, Chujiu quietly came to Mo Xinglan's room, took a chair and sat down beside the bed. He looked at him for a while, and then felt a little tired, so he lay down on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

She didn't sleep very deeply, and even when she was asleep she was still worried about him.

I don’t know how much time had passed before Mo Xinglan woke up from the pain. He supported himself on the bed, sat up, and coughed a few times.

Suddenly I noticed someone beside the bed, and I narrowed my eyes and looked at the figure at the edge of the bed vigilantly.

Chujiu woke up at the right moment. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and murmured, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and turned on the lights in the house.

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned after hearing her words, then he let down his guard and looked at her coldly: "Who let you in?"

Chujiu was a little at a loss for words when asked this question.

In order to avoid being thrown out again, I stood up and stood farther away from him.

He bit his lower lip: "I made myself come."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

This answer left him speechless, just as speechless as the “I can’t roll” he had said during the day.

He was silent for a while, lowered his eyelashes and looked away: "Get out."

She pursed her lips in grievance, saying, "If you don't go out, I will stay with you."

After hearing this, Mo Xinglan's eyes turned slightly cold. He looked up at her and raised his hand to throw her out with his spiritual energy.

Chujiu immediately became alert: "If you throw me out, I will come back in. If you close the door, I will break it down."

Seeing that his face was getting colder, and he was determined to throw her out, she felt very unwilling and said aggrievedly, "Didn't you say before that you didn't want me to leave? Didn't you want to trap me? Now you want to drive me out again, who do you think I am? Am I someone who can be summoned and dismissed at will? Don't I have any dignity?"

Hearing this, his face darkened, he put down his hand and lowered his eyes.

But Chujiu still said unwillingly: "Mo Xinglan, I tell you, I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'm going to stay in your room. If you can't drive me away, I'll stick to you."

He was stunned when he heard it, and soon his face turned cold again. Suddenly, his chest felt tight and he frowned, raised his sleeve to cover his lips and said hoarsely, "Get out."

"I won't!" Chujiu almost yelled.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing violently.

Chujiu panicked and looked around at a loss. He came to the table, picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water in front of him, and handed the water to him after he stopped coughing.

"Go away." He turned his face away and covered his lips, refusing to drink.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he was obviously in pain but unwilling to drink water, he anxiously said, "But you are in pain. Drinking some water will make you feel better."

"..." He frowned, closed his eyes and ignored her.

Seeing that he refused to drink the water, Chujiu became extremely anxious and didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had fed him the pills with her mouth before. She made up her mind and raised the cup to take a sip and then put it down. She quickly pulled his hand that was covering his lips with her right hand, grabbed the back of his head before he could react, pressed her lips against his, and forced the water into his mouth.

"?!"

His pupils shrank.

The cool water flowed into his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

However, anger soon rose in his heart, and he raised his hand to push her away, but the pain in his body and the loss of so much blood made him have no strength, and her hand holding the back of his head tightened.

"Ugh..." Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and groaned with a frown.

He gathered his spiritual energy and angrily pushed her away: "Get out! Cough, cough cough cough..."

"boom!"

"Clap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound.

Chujiu lost his balance due to his push and fell heavily to the ground, with the cup in his left hand shattered all over the floor.

She had just been detoxified, and she hadn't slept well in the past few days because of the harmful effects of the poison. The fall made her see stars and have some tinnitus.

She felt a sharp pain in her forearm and looked down, realizing that she had accidentally stepped on a piece of broken porcelain.

The blood dyed the clothes next to it red.

He supported himself on the ground and squatted down, picking up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground.

After cleaning the floor, he stood up and placed the broken pieces on the table, lowering his head and biting his lower lip.

A piece of splinter on her right forearm pierced into the flesh, causing her whole hand to tremble in pain.

After Mo Xinglan stopped coughing, he lowered his head and turned to the other side and didn't notice.

He sneered, "Since you think I'm disgusting, why do you have to... do this?"

She tightened her left hand that was covering her right forearm. She was the one who said the hurtful words and she was the one who took the initiative to kiss him. She had no words to say even if she wanted to quibble.

After a moment of silence, he stammered, "...I...I...I'm sorry."

But he just laughed coldly.

She paused and whispered, "...I know you are angry. If it were me, I would be angry too. I was too impulsive. I didn't understand the whole story and didn't give you a chance to explain. I said a lot of excessive words and hurt you."

She really hated herself. Every time she was angry, she would lose her mind and do things without considering the consequences, and then she would regret it later.

"Mingming, Mingming, grandpa reminded me not to act impulsively, but I forgot everything when I got angry." She confessed her mistakes bit by bit.

Because of the pain in his arm, his voice was trembling.

I don’t know how to calm him down, and his sentences are incoherent.

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. But I don't know why. When I get angry, I can't control myself. I wasn't like this before..."

When she thought about how he had been protecting her but was misunderstood by her, and how she had said so many excessive words to him and hurt him, she felt extremely regretful and felt sad.

Not only did it make his injuries worse, but it also made him unable to sleep well. She wished that all those injuries were on herself.

"I was wrong, really wrong... I won't dare to do it again... There won't be a next time..." As she spoke, tears filled her eyes.

The voice also had a crying tone.

I don’t know what to do, I can only admit my mistake and apologize.

"..." Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, turned his head and slowly raised his eyes to look.

Suddenly his face froze, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

Chujiu was stunned by his incoherent question before he understood what he was talking about.

She turned sideways to face him, glanced at him, pursed her lips and said with grievance, "I dare not say..."

As he spoke, he could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, which began to fall one by one like beans.

“……”Mo Xinglan frowned.

Why does she love to cry so much? She cries when she is hurt, when she is wronged, when she is scared...

Ignoring what she said before, he softly ordered, "Medicine box."

Chujiu looked at him slowly before reacting. He obediently held the medicine box in both hands and slowly walked to the bedside, gave it to him and stood there obediently.

Mo Xinglan took the medicine box, looked at her and the chair next to her, and motioned for her to sit down.

She hesitated for a moment, then sat down obediently, lowering her head and not daring to look at him.

He whispered, "Hand."

She raised her right hand in front of him.

He took out a small dagger and stuffed it into her sleeve, then gently cut her sleeve, revealing her white forearm.

He grabbed the torn sleeve with both hands and tore it in half with a little force.