Morning Star

Chapter 217 Stop, please...

Mo Xinglan stood at his door early in the morning, covering the wound on his upper abdomen with one hand, leaning against the door frame, waiting for Chujiu to come out.

Chujiu raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Xinglan, then lowered his eyes, lowered his head, quickened his pace, thinking about leaving quickly.

However, as soon as he walked through Mo Xinglan's door, he was grabbed tightly by a hand and took several steps back.

"Ah hey hey!" She staggered back a few steps.

Xiao Xiao turned around when he heard the noise and instantly became furious. He stared at Mo Xinglan: "Mo Xinglan, what are you doing?"

Mo Xinglan ignored her. He held the door frame with one hand and held Chujiu's arm tightly with the other hand. He stared at her with cold sweat on his forehead.

Chujiu looked at the cold white hand that was pulling his arm.

She looked up at him again, feeling anxious: "What...what are you going to do?"

Her arm hurts so much!

He bit the tender flesh of his lower lip, softened his brows, and said softly: "Jiu'er, I miss you so much, can you accompany me?"

He told the truth.

“I…” Chujiu’s expression froze, and then he looked hesitant.

"She can't accompany you. Xiaojiu said she would go out with me. First come, first served, do you understand?" Xiaoxiao saw Chujiu's difficulty and helped.

Mo Xinglan seemed not to hear what she said, and kept looking at Chujiu. He frowned slightly and said, "It hurts so much, can you help me change the medicine?"

Chujiu's lips trembled and he was a little dazed.

He said, he was in pain? He really didn't look very good.

He lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment before looking at Xiao Xiao: "Xiao Xiao?"

Xiao Xiao naturally understood what she meant. He glanced at Mo Xinglan and then at Chujiu, sighed and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."

As soon as Xiao Xiao left, Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, the door closed by itself. Chujiu turned his head to look at the door reflexively. When he turned back to look at Mo Xinglan in confusion, he found that he had a sinister look on his face.

He grabbed her hand with his backhand and pushed her onto the chair beside him, forcing her to sit on it.

"Hey!" Chujiu was suddenly pushed to sit on the chair. He exclaimed and looked up at him angrily, "What are you doing?"

But suddenly I couldn't move.

"Mo Xinglan, what are you going to do now?"

How could this person be so dishonest? He actually lied to her.

"Let me go!"

"Mo Xinglan, what exactly are you going to do?"

"are you crazy?"

"Let go!"

Unable to move her body, she could only shout.

After tying her up, Mo Xinglan still didn't say anything. He took a chair from the side and sat on it, with a faint smile on his lips, looking at her as she roared angrily.

"Mo Xinglan, you're a liar! You bastard!"

"Damn you, I shouldn't have believed you!"

"Why did I offend you again! Let me go! What on earth do you want to do?"

She couldn't move her body and could only roar with her mouth.

After yelling for a while, he showed no intention of letting her go, and even looked at her as if he was admiring a monkey in a zoo.

She was so depressed and angry that she wanted to bite him to death. But no matter how angry she was and how much she wanted to bite him to death, she couldn't move at the moment.

Gradually, I became quiet. My mind was racing.

Since the hard way doesn't work, then try the soft way. She still doesn't believe that he won't accept it.

Then he softened his tone: "Xingxing, can you let me go? I promise not to run away, okay?"

If you don’t run, you are a grandson.

Her sudden softening of her voice unexpectedly made him raise an eyebrow, but he still ignored her. The expression on his face gradually faded.

She continued, "Didn't you say your wound hurt and asked me to change the dressing for you? How can I change the dressing for you if you tie me up like this? Hmm?"

After persuading him for nearly a quarter of an hour, seeing that he was just looking at her like a monkey, Chujiu finally lost her patience and howled in a long voice: "Ah~ What do you want in exchange for letting me go? Can you please say something? I beg you."

At this time, Mo Xinglan finally spoke: "Then tell me, why are you hiding from me?"

"Ah?" She thought he would ignore her like before, but she was not able to react to his sudden words. She was stunned for a moment, "I..."

Can't you just not talk about this? She didn't know how to face him when it came to this.

Seeing that she hesitantly for a long time and couldn't say anything, Mo Xinglan's face gradually became cold.

With a sneer, he slowly stood up while supporting himself on the table: "The ninth day of the first lunar month..."

He called out softly, came to her, bent down and supported himself on the chair with one hand, lowered his head and slowly moved his face closer to hers.

The long black hair draped over his back slid to the side of his body due to gravity, and strands of hair fell on her legs.

I could feel each other's breath getting closer and closer, and I could even smell each other's fragrance.

Chujiu stared with her round almond-shaped eyes, staring blankly at his pale lips as they got closer and closer to her.

His face was pale, with beads of sweat on his forehead, each of his long, thick eyelashes was distinct, his half-closed eyes were as dark as night, and the corners of his eyes were a faint crimson with a hint of enchantment.

Although her lips were pale, they were moist and glowed with a faint cold light.

I wanted to dodge but couldn't move, so I could only purse my lips and close my eyes. My heart was in turmoil.

But after waiting for a long time, I still didn't see the softness I imagined. I slowly opened my eyes but only saw the back of his head, and I suddenly felt depressed.

Then his disembodied voice came from my ear: "I have many ways to trap you, but you'd better not let me do that."

Noticing Chujiu's fear, he smiled with satisfaction, then his face turned cold again.

He tilted his head to look at her calmly, raised his left hand and gently stroked her fair cheek. Feeling her expression stiffen, he paused for a moment, and gently stroked her cheek and down her fair neck.

Seeing that hand moving lower and lower, Chujiu became more and more panicked, begging with a trembling voice: "No, no, no, don't..."

"Don't do this, I beg you..."

"Stop, please..."

As she spoke, tears filled her eyes.

The hand stopped when it was almost at her chest, paused for a few seconds, and then lifted up and left her body.

He raised himself up slightly so that he and she were face to face.

Looking at her wet eyes, he was filled with heartache.

He raised his left hand and gently stroked her face, then slowly placed his forehead against hers.

Chujiu's face froze, and he stared blankly with his moist eyes. He didn't even notice anything had entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Soon she noticed that his breathing was a little disordered. There was more and more cold sweat on his forehead as he leaned against her, and the temperature of his skin was much cooler than before.

I only heard him say in a hoarse voice: "Why..."

He stopped talking after only three words. He removed his forehead from hers and sat back in his chair.

She felt relieved when she finally could move.

I looked at him and saw him turning his head to look out the window. I let out a breath and left Mo Xinglan's room without saying a word.