Morning Star

Chapter 228 I won’t roll. My parents never taught me.

He quickly distanced himself from the crowd, sat on the chair, lowered his head and looked away.

Oh my god, what did she just do?!

She was so frightened that she completely forgot that he didn't know about it and that she was still poisoned.

It took her a while to recover, and she slowly raised her eyes to look at him. Her eyes fell on his moist lips, and her cheeks were flushed again, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Fragrant, sweet, soft, cool...it feels pretty good.

This wasn't the first time she kissed him, so why did she just realize it?

Suddenly, she pouted and raised her hand to poke his face a few times in dissatisfaction.

He stole her first kiss, kissed her so many times without her consent, and she only kissed him once and fed him medicine. It was such a loss, a huge loss.

As she thought about it, she started laughing again.

But his face feels so nice to touch.

Since then, Chujiu has been staying by his side and taking care of him.

The poison in my body started to take effect during the two days I took care of him.

From the initial fatigue and dizziness, now I not only feel fatigue but also chest discomfort.

Her little face was so pale that people couldn't help but want to protect her.

Finally, even Piao Miao couldn't resist the poison.

That day, Chujiu sat on a chair with his elbows on the bed. He held Mo Xinglan's right hand with both hands and rested his forehead on the back of his fingers, with his eyes closed and drowsy.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the boy's long eyelashes on the bed trembled slightly, and followed the movement of his fingers.

She didn't notice.

Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person holding his hand. His gaze fell on the two small hands holding his hand. After looking for a while, he moved his hand and wanted to pull his hand out of her hand.

Chujiu woke up just after he had smoked half of the cigarette. His body trembled slightly and he subconsciously clenched his hand.

"..."Mo Xinglan raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently.

Chujiu looked up at him, and was surprised and happy to see that he woke up.

"You finally woke up. I thought you were going to sleep for a while longer."

When she was happy, she forgot the discomfort caused by the poisoning and started to talk. She held his hands with both hands and talked and laughed: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Is it still painful? Oh, by the way, you have been sleeping for more than two days. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? What do you want to eat? Can you eat meat? Um... I don't think you can eat big fish and meat after being seriously injured. You should drink porridge, right? I'll go help you..."

Before she finished speaking, he pulled his hand out of hers with a little force, placed it on his abdomen, and then turned his head to look blankly in one direction.

Chujiu stopped talking, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes dimmed.

She was so happy that she forgot that he was still angry. If it were me, I would definitely not forgive myself.

Her heart ached when she thought of this. It was clearly her fault, but she still felt wronged.

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip, trying to calm herself down. She smiled for a moment but soon put it down again, and said softly, "Before, I misunderstood you. I'm sorry, I..."

She paused for a moment, covered her forehead with her hands and shook her head gently, trying to see clearly what was in front of her.

After a while, he supported himself on the bed and slowly stood up, smiling and said, "I'm glad you're awake. I have to leave for a while."

I felt so uncomfortable, my chest was stuffy and my head was dizzy. I was really afraid that if I didn't leave, I would faint here. That would be so embarrassing.

However, just as she turned around, her clothes were grabbed, making her unable to leave.

She glanced at the hand that was pulling her sleeve, then looked up at him again, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Before he could react, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him hard.

She was already dizzy and had little strength, and when he pulled her like that, she lost her balance and fell on him.

Mo Xinglan closed her eyes in pain and frowned slightly. When she opened her eyes, she tilted her head to the right. She let go of the right hand that was holding her wrist, and pulled open the collar on her left shoulder, revealing her fair neck and shoulders under her clothes.

He paused and said hoarsely, "Drink if you don't want to die."

She was stunned for a moment, her head was too dizzy, so she lay on him and dared not move, lowering her eyes to look at the snow-white skin in front of her.

Hesitated for a moment: "Didn't you say that the antidote was your own blood?"

He was indeed lying to her.

He just looked at the person in front of him calmly, as if he didn't hear what she said and didn't react at all.

Not getting an answer, Chujiu struggled to stand up: "Forget it, I'll wait until you feel better and then we'll talk."

A hint of impatience finally showed on his face, and a cold look flashed across his face. He ruthlessly cut his neck and shoulder with the spiritual blade, and bright red blood gushed out instantly.

“?!” Chujiu’s dizzy head suddenly became clear.

Shocked and angry, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"..." He tilted his head and said nothing with an expressionless face.

It would be better if he died. Wouldn't his death be exactly what she wanted?

He didn't say anything and didn't treat the wound. He kept one hand on her and didn't let her leave.

Seeing more and more blood on his neck and shoulder, Chujiu had no choice but to grit his teeth, lower his head, put his lips on the wound and started sucking.

He cut it himself, so it would be a waste if he didn't drink it. It's sweet and she likes it the most.

Although I thought so, I didn't dare to inhale too much.

He took a few puffs and then stopped. He raised his head to leave, but his head was pressed down by a hand.

"..."

She was stunned, but had no choice but to continue drinking.

Why do you have to drink blood from this place? Can't you drink blood from your hands?

Until she felt that she was almost full and noticed that the person under her was breathing became disordered, the hand pressing on her head softened and left the back of her head before stopping.

Thinking something was not right, he quickly stood up, turned around and staggered to the table to get the medicine box to treat the wounds on his neck and shoulders.

After a while, it was finally bandaged.

Seeing his disordered breathing, frowning brows, and cold sweat on his forehead. He looked as if he was about to faint again. Chujiu hurriedly pulled up his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. But he turned his head and dodged.

He said coldly: "Get lost."

"!" She was stunned, her hands frozen in place.

He asked her to...get out?

You really won't forgive her?

I felt aggrieved for a moment, but soon calmed down.

He stood up straight, lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, pursed his lips and muttered: "I won't roll. My parents never taught me."

"..." He was slightly stunned, then his eyes turned cold, he raised his hand and a stream of spiritual energy wrapped around her waist and threw her out.

"boom!"

Chujiu swayed and stood firm, staring blankly at the closed door.

Reluctantly, he raised his hand to push the door open and go back in, but just as his hand was about to touch the door, he heard a coughing sound coming from inside the room.

I had no choice but to give up and stood there in silence for a moment before leaving.

Forget it, let’s do it at night when he is asleep.

First tell the second sister that the poison in their bodies has been cured.

Afterwards, he found the old shopkeeper and told him that the poison in his body had been cured.

The amazing thing is that the old shopkeeper didn’t even ask any questions and just believed it out of the blue.

When she returned to her room, she always felt that the old shopkeeper knew something.