Morning Star

Chapter 199 He Never Takes Care of His Body

For some reason, after a long period of silence, Chujiu actually felt that the atmosphere around him was a little awkward. A situation that had never occurred before appeared today.

I thought that if this continued it would become increasingly awkward, and I had to find something to say.

After thinking for a while, she accidentally glanced at his hand on her abdomen. Her eyes suddenly lit up and she looked at him and said, "You..."

"you……"

Mo Xinglan actually spoke at the same time.

The two said only one word before falling into silence again.

After a few breaths, Mo Xinglan saw that she was also waiting for him to speak, so he took a long breath and said softly, "What do you want to say?"

"Ah?" He asked suddenly. Chujiu hadn't reacted yet. Then he stammered, "Oh, I, I mean, if you put your hand on your body like this, it will press on the wound, right? It will hurt, right?"

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyelashes slightly, and looked at her quietly for a moment, then moved his gaze to his right hand on his abdomen. He gently raised his hand, then put it back, and then said lightly: "What if it does, what if it doesn't?"

This answer was the same as no answer at all, and Chujiu was confused. She looked at him for a long time, then stood up and held his hand: "If it hurts, put your hand on the bed, not on your body."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on the bed.

But before she put it down, he grabbed her wrist and, with a little force, pressed her palm onto the bed.

She lost her balance and fell on him, subconsciously raising her left hand to steady herself. In panic, she pressed her palm on his waist, then slid from his waist to the bed, supporting herself on the bedside.

Mo Xinglan frowned, a bead of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes were fixed on Chujiu.

Chujiu tugged at the hand he was holding, but it was useless. She looked up at him nervously, "What are you going to do?"

He looked at her for a long while, then opened his lips slightly, but blinked a few times before speaking: "Why are you so nice to me?"

No light is willing to shine into darkness, because when a beam of light shines into darkness, then that beam of light is sin. He is a person in darkness, so he does not believe in helping others without asking for anything in return.

If it was true that she was entrusted by someone to save him in the Abyss Valley, then why did she treat him well later? And why did she keep getting close to him even though she was obviously terribly afraid of him?

"Because, because..." She hesitated for a long time but couldn't give a reason.

He finally asked this question. It was difficult to answer last time, and if she said more this time, she didn't know what kind of tragic ending she would have.

But apart from the system, is there no other reason? She herself is not very clear now.

Is it because of his past that you want to take good care of him?

still is……

She interrupted her thoughts and stopped thinking further.

There was a voice in her mind reminding her that on Earth, she still had her parents and brother. She had a family that truly belonged to her, and she shouldn't have stayed here forever. After all, she didn't belong to this world, and she shouldn't have feelings that she shouldn't have.

Thinking of this, I felt a little lost.

She didn't dare to think about why she felt lost, and could only say over and over again in her heart: Mo Xinglan, I'm sorry, I know I'm selfish, I'm sorry. I'm just an ordinary person, I have my family and friends, I want to go home, I'm sorry. Resent me. If there is really an afterlife, I can be your slave. But not in this life.

Watching her face change from confusion to loss and finally to guilt, Mo Xinglan seemed to understand something.

The expression on his face suddenly became gloomy, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he grabbed her hand and pulled it towards himself. When she was forced to lean against him, he used his other hand to tightly wrap around her waist, making her unable to move.

Chujiu lay on him, not daring to move. He looked up at his gloomy face, not even daring to breathe.

He just said coldly: "You still want to leave?"

As he spoke, his face suddenly turned grim and full of anger, and his voice became several decibels louder: "You said you wouldn't leave!"

Chujiu was startled and stared at him in horror, not knowing how to answer.

She remembered that she had said she would stay to appease him. But those were just words she said to solve a problem at the moment. How could she take them seriously? How could she...

After a long time without her answer, Mo Xinglan became impatient.

The beautiful face was as pale as paper, and the expression became even colder, making people feel scared when they saw it.

Seeing him like this, Chujiu panicked and thought to himself that it was not good. He quickly said, "Calm down, let's talk it over, hiss~"

But while she was speaking, the hand around her waist tightened a little, causing her waist to ache and she had to take a deep breath.

However, even though he heard it, he did not reduce his strength in the slightest.

What Chujiu was most worried about at the moment was not whether his waist would be broken by him, but that if his waist was so painful, how painful would the wound on his body be. The wound must have split open.

He never took care of his body.

A wave of anger arose from this, and he shouted angrily: "Can you please stop doing this? Can you let me go?"

"Don't you feel pain? Mo Xinglan!"

By the end of the shouting, there was even a cry in her anger.

Because I was so worried about his injuries that I forgot about the pain in my waist caused by him.

Perhaps she was too emotional and couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. A tear burst out, ran across her fair and tender cheek and fell on his snow-white clothes.

Mo Xinglan's expression froze, his heart ached slightly, he frowned, and the strength in his hands finally eased, but he still refused to let her go.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes with a hoarse voice, and said in an extremely cold tone: "Then tell me, why are you so nice to me?"

"I...because, because..." Her lips trembled slightly, and she stammered and couldn't finish the words.

Mo Xinglan was anxious and angry when he heard this. His breathing became rapid and his brows were furrowed. "Is it that difficult to answer?"

"I..." I don't know, and I can't say it. She looked at him, not knowing what to say, as if something was stuck in her throat, and she felt very uncomfortable.

However, the more she couldn't say, the more gloomy and cold Mo Xinglan's expression became, and his eyes turned blood red again, filled with hostility.

"Can't tell?" His face, which was full of anger, suddenly showed sarcasm. The corners of his mouth were raised, and for a moment it was unclear whether he was angry or smiling.

"Then let me change the question. Answer me, what do you want from me? Or what is your purpose in approaching me?"

As he spoke, he loosened his arms that were holding her body and instead held her face. He became more and more angry and his voice became more and more excited.