Morning Star

Chapter 218 She is shameless.

Chujiu didn't see that just after he turned his head to look out the window, a line of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

When he realized she had left, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and coughed while covering his lips. After a while, he lay weakly on the table, resting his head on his arms and breathing disorderly.

"You know that she doesn't have you in her heart at all, but you keep making her injuries worse. I'm afraid she won't understand what you have done for her, and will instead hate you even more." Liu Yue laughed.

However, he spat out another mouthful of blood just as he finished speaking. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "No...she..."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth drooped.

Will she understand?

He lowered his eyelashes and buried his face in his shoulders.

……

Chujiu was lying on the bed at night, with Xiaoxiao beside him. In the past, the two of them had endless things to talk about at night, but tonight they were particularly silent.

Suddenly Xiao Xiao said, "Xiao Jiu, what do you think of Mo Xinglan?"

"Ah?" Chujiu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why she suddenly asked him this question.

He turned his head to look at her, just in time to meet those amber eyes. He dodged for a moment and turned his head away: "I, I don't know."

Xiao Xiao saw through it but didn't say anything. He smiled and said, "I think, apart from Mo Xinglan's temper, he is almost a perfect person."

"Where, where is it perfect? ​​It's, it's okay." Chujiu didn't dare to meet her eyes and stammered.

Xiao Xiao glanced at her and listed them one by one: "She has good looks, height, and money. She can work in the living room and the kitchen, and she is good at both literature and martial arts. She is also a pure and innocent young man, and she knows how to take care of people. How can she not be perfect? ​​Of course, these are all based on the premise of excluding his sinister temper. If you add in his temper, these are nothing in comparison. Because I feel that he has a tendency to domestic violence."

"Domestic violence... tendencies?" Chujiu murmured.

One can imagine what a domestic violence scene by a black-hearted evildoer looks like.

She shuddered at the image in her mind.

Xiao Xiao looked at her reaction and sighed: "No matter how good-looking or capable a person is, if he has a bad temper, it's all in vain."

"Yes, that's true." Chujiu nodded in agreement.

"So, do you like Mo Xinglan?" Xiao Xiao suddenly asked.

Chujiu's heart trembled after hearing this, and he immediately rejected it: "How, how is it possible? How could I like him?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I'm just asking." Xiao Xiao said with a smile.

Chujiu turned sideways with his back to her: "I, I'm not in a hurry."

Xiao Xiao glanced at her, sighed and asked, "Why were you in such a hurry to find him that day? And you left me behind."

"I..." She hesitated and thought for a while, then stammered, "That's because..."

"Because of what?"

"Because, he, he was injured. Very seriously. I, I... and, most of his injuries were caused by me, so naturally, I would be anxious and ashamed."

Yes, that must be why I’m anxious and why I treat him well.

"Really?" Xiao Xiao asked back with a smile.

She was stunned for a moment: "Yes, yes."

right?

"Then why haven't you visited him these days? Aren't you worried about him?"

"Because... that's not because, you, you are here, I, I am with you."

Xiao Xiao pursed her lips and smiled, she already had the answer in her heart.

He looked at Chujiu's back and asked, "I have another question. Why didn't you answer what Mo Xinglan asked you that day?"

"That's because... because..." She lost her voice as she spoke.

"Then why?" Xiao Xiao turned sideways and put his hand on her.

Chujiu's body trembled, and he pouted his lips but couldn't say anything for a long time.

"What? You can't answer anymore?" Xiao Xiao seemed a little gloating.

Chujiu moved his shoulders: "Because, because he is still young, he is not yet an adult."

"Oh... underage? Aren't you a underage too?" Xiao Xiao grinned.

"I'm already 20 years old, how come I'm not an adult?"

As she spoke, she suddenly pried Xiao Xiao's hand off her shoulder, turned around and said to her unhappily, "Are you a spy sent by Mo Xinglan?"

"I can't even hate him enough." Xiao Xiao rolled his eyes at her.

"Then why are you asking so many questions? Go to sleep."

"..." She was just trying to help her. How long would it take for her stupid brain to figure things out?

……

The chat that night seemed to have never happened. It was the same as before. It was common for me to leave early and come back late. I would occasionally see Mo Xinglan when I was at the inn. Every time I saw him, I would think of the chat with Xiao Xiao that night, and then I would subconsciously avoid him.

At first, she thought he would ask her why she was avoiding him, but he didn't. He didn't even look at her, as if he ignored her. This made her feel very complicated.

That day Xiao Xiao said he had something to do in the morning and would go out with her in the afternoon.

After Xiao Xiao left, she also left the room. When she passed by Mo Xinglan's door, she heard coughing and wheezing. She stopped unconsciously, hesitating whether to knock on the door.

I don’t know how long I stood there, but finally I knocked on the door.

"What's the matter?"

A cold voice soon sounded from inside, but it was asking her instead of letting her in.

She pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "Can you...can I...come in?"

There was silence for a long time and no one answered.

Time passed slowly. Chujiu bit the tender flesh of his lower lip, twisted his hands together, and finally couldn't help but spoke again: "If you, if you don't say anything, I will take it as your consent."

She is just shameless. She has no shame.

There was still no reply from inside. She didn't care anymore, she raised her hand, opened the door and walked in. She looked up and saw him walking towards the bed, his whole body wet.

He was standing in front of the door, and opposite to him was a window. The light shone in from the window, and the water droplets on his body shone brightly. His thin clothes were wet and dry in patches, and his figure could be seen through the light.

Her face flushed red and she opened her mouth but no words came out.

Mo Xinglan frowned and glanced over coldly: "Who let you in?"

Chujiu trembled before coming back to his senses. He turned away and stammered, "I, I just said it. If you don't answer, I will take it as your silent consent."

"I didn't hear you, get out." He said coldly.

She pursed her lips and turned to walk towards the door.

Mo Xinglan lowered her long eyelashes, pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and walked towards the bed. But after taking two steps, a figure ran up to her side.

He looked down at her in a daze: "You..."

Didn’t you go out?

"I have nothing to do this morning." She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

Mo Xinglan was silent for a moment, opened his mouth and closed it again, tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "Then...what about this afternoon?"

"I have something to do this afternoon." She answered honestly.

“……”He just knew it.

With a cold face, he walked to the bed and sat down without even looking at her.