Morning Star

Chapter 203 The stars are beautiful, the stars are beautiful

Mo Xinglan kept his eyes on Chujiu, but he also listened to every word Chu Furong said.

He held her two little hands and placed them on his face and said softly, "Jiu'er, don't worry, I'll be fine. We'll all be fine."

Yes, she will be fine and will recover.

"It's fine. Xingxing is fine." She imitated his words, staring into his eyes seriously.

"Ah."

……

After they finished their meal, Mo Xinglan sat on a chair beside the bed and read a book. Chujiu didn't want to stay in bed, so he got out of bed and played.

He looked at the various objects in the room, looking at this and touching that. At the beginning, he was still a curious baby, but after looking for a long time, he became bored.

Mo Xinglan leaned back in his chair and looked up at her from time to time.

At this time, Chujiu was bored from playing, so he came to him and sat on the ground. He looked up at him and pointed at the door: "Play, Jiuer, play."

"Want to go out?" His face was gentle.

Chujiu thought about it and nodded, imitating his words: "I want to go out, Jiuer wants to go out."

I knew she would want to go out if she stayed in the house for too long. He sighed and lowered his eyebrows: "But if Jiuer wants to go out, I can't accompany Jiuer. Jiuer doesn't want to stay with me?"

She looked at him and thought for a while, then her mouth dropped, tears in her eyes: “Xingxing plays, Jiuer plays.”

"What do you want to play?" He put down the book and rubbed her head.

Chujiu thought silently, then grabbed his hair that was hanging in the air and shook it: "Play."

"Yeah." He replied softly.

Even in this situation, she still didn't forget to play with his hair.

After getting the answer, Chujiu did not rush to play, but stood up, walked to the bed, dragged the quilt and pulled it under the bed.

Mo Xinglan knew what she was going to do, so he reached out to stop her and shook his head at her: "It will get dirty."

After a pause, he raised his hand and waved it, and a cushion appeared beside the bed: "Use this."

Chujiu put the quilt on the bed, threw the cushion on the floor, took off his shoes, and quickly made the bed.

She sat on the cushion and patted the spot in front of her: "Stars."

Mo Xinglan smiled and looked at her two bare little feet.

She even remembered to take off her shoes.

Without thinking any more, I took off my shoes.

He was only wearing a pair of slippers, so it was easy to just move his feet.

She stood up by holding the bedpost, walked to the place where she had just taken the photo, and slowly sat down again.

But he was covered in wounds, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were too severe. No one was there to help him, so he almost lost his balance when he sat down. Fortunately, Chujiu was watching him and reached out to help him. After he sat down, he was already sweating profusely.

This caused Chujiu to worry again, and he kept saying, "The stars don't hurt, they just fly away in pain..."

"Well, it's flown away and it doesn't hurt anymore." Mo Xinglan forced a smile and rubbed her head.

Hearing him say this, Chujiu finally smiled again. She crawled behind him on all fours and combed his hair, putting all his hair behind her. His long black hair spread out on the cushion along his back.

She held his hair up and let it fall down, then spread it on her head.

As she was playing, she came to Mo Xinglan and brushed a few strands of hair from his ears. Sometimes she brushed all the hair in front of him to the back of his head, and sometimes she brushed a few strands down and swept them across his face in a mess.

Mo Xinglan was so amused that he pointed at his face where his hair was and said with a smile: "It looks good like this? Huh?"

"It looks good." She answered seriously, and tilted his head again.

"How is this good?"

"It's beautiful. The stars are beautiful."

“…” He was speechless.

Is it true that in her eyes now, he is handsome no matter what?

Looking up at her playful and smiling face, he suddenly wanted to tease her.

Recalling the way she used to make faces, he also raised his hands and pinched his face and suddenly stuck out his tongue at her: "Lie!"

"..."

Chujiu was originally combing the hair on his face when he startled her and she stood there staring at him blankly. Then her face was full of confusion, as if she didn't understand why he suddenly became like this.

Seeing that she was frightened, Mo Xinglan made a face at her again: "Lulu!"

She finally reacted and imitated him, making faces at him: "Lulu! Lulu!"

In an instant, the two of them started playing like children, making each other laugh.

Only at this moment did the seventeen-year-old boy look like his peers.

Ran laughed so excitedly that it hurt Mo Xinglan's wound. He felt short of breath, frowned, bent over, covered his lips and started coughing.

Chujiu was so frightened that he was at a loss. He walked in front of him anxiously and kept calling him.

Mo Xinglan stopped coughing after a short while, looked at her twisted face and smiled softly, raised his hand that was covering the wound and rubbed her head, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."

"Woo..."

She whimpered, raised her hand, grabbed the hand on her head, and rubbed it on her face.

Seeing him covering his mouth with his hand she became curious again and let go of the hand she was holding and instead took the hand that was covering his lips and removed it.

His lips were bright red, and his palms were also red.

She didn't understand what it was and touched it with her hand out of curiosity.

Mo Xinglan saw her reaching out her hand but did not stop her. He just looked at her.

She dabbed the blood on his chin with her fingertips, then took her hand back and looked down. She looked up at him again and blinked twice. She raised her hand and wiped all the blood on his chin onto her hand, then smeared the blood onto his lips.

The pale lips quickly turned bright red.

She took her hand back and looked again, her eyes lit up and she giggled: "Beautiful, the stars are beautiful, the stars are beautiful, beautiful."

He was relieved to see her so happy.

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything she placed a finger on his lips again.

She seemed to be having fun, her fingertips caressing his lips lightly.

He suddenly froze.

I wish these were what she would do when she was sober.

He drooped his eyelashes and smiled to himself. He looked at the finger caressing his lips without any scruples, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his lips and licked the finger lightly.

Feeling the fingers tremble slightly, a smug smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he raised his eyes to look at him with ill intentions.

But the girl blinked at him twice in confusion, then lowered her eyes to look at her hands.

Seeing her like this, he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.

He lowered his eyes and laughed at himself.

Is she stupid or is he stupid?

Just then, I heard her suddenly let out a long "ah".

He looked up in confusion, and she uttered "ah" again, meaning that he should open his mouth.

What does she want to do?

He hesitated and opened his mouth.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the finger on his lips was inserted into his mouth and pressed against his tongue.

His body froze, his heart pounding. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out. He swallowed, frowned, and stammered, "This, this...can't be done."

Chujiu was startled by his sudden action, and said aggrievedly, "No?"

"Well, no."