Morning Star

Chapter 198 Protecting My Sister Starts with Me

When I looked at him, I found that he was also looking at me with his head tilted, his eyebrows slightly drooped, revealing a bit of haggardness that could not be concealed.

"Why did you come back so late?" The first sentence he said was filled with a hint of accusation.

"Um...this..." Chujiu felt guilty and touched his head, hesitating for a long time with evasive eyes.

Would she dare to say that she had watched the fight at the challenge field for an entire afternoon? Of course not!

Quickly find a topic to bring this matter up.

He looked up cautiously at Mo Xinglan who was staring at him without blinking.

At this time, Mo Xinglan had already put down the hand that was covering his lips, so she could see his expression more clearly.

She frowned, but no longer felt guilty. She walked up to him and said angrily and amusedly, "No, why do you look so haggard after waking up from a nap?"

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned. This time it was his turn to feel guilty. He turned around and said, "You are wrong."

Chujiu snorted disapprovingly, took out a palm-sized mirror and held it up to his face: "If you don't believe me, look for yourself."

Mo Xinglan subconsciously turned his head to look at the mirror.

I saw myself in the mirror, looking pale and haggard.

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"I told you that you didn't believe it, but now you believe it?" Chujiu put away the mirror.

He frowned, not wanting to continue this topic. He looked at her sideways and asked, "Why do you still carry a mirror with you?"

Chujiu was slightly stunned, and said as a matter of course: "I am a girl after all, in my prime years, it is normal for me to carry a mirror with me, okay?"

He looked at her in silence for a while, smiled slightly, and replied softly with gentle eyes: "Okay."

She also knows that she is a girl, not a tomboy.

The two were silent, and Mo Xinglan lowered his head to continue cutting the remaining vegetables.

Chujiu also lowered her head, watching the knife fall on the potatoes regularly. She hesitated whether to let him take a break and do it herself. But for vegetables like potatoes that are very slippery to cut, her skills were not good enough and it was easy to cut her hands.

While she was hesitating, Mo Xinglan had already finished chopping the vegetables. She could only stare awkwardly at the small bowl of shredded potatoes on the chopping board that he had placed beside her.

Uh... never mind, it's his own fault for being faster.

After Mo Xinglan put the shredded potatoes in place, he glanced at her. From the expression on her face, he knew what she was thinking. He smiled lightly and ignored her, instead he filled a bucket with water to wash his hands.

As soon as I washed my hands, I felt a tightness in my chest and a little dizzy. I propped my right hand on the table and raised my left hand to cover my lips with my sleeve.

Since he had his back to Chujiu, Chujiu didn't notice anything was wrong with him.

"Jiuer..." he called softly.

"Huh?" Chujiu, who was still admiring the evenly cut potato shreds, came back to his senses and looked sideways at his back.

"Please bring me a stool." He felt that if he didn't sit down and rest for a while, his body might not be able to bear it.

Chujiu didn't ask the reason. He just nodded and walked out of the kitchen to get a stool.

Mo Xinglan let go of the hand that was covering his lips when he realized she had left the kitchen.

There was a trace of blood at the corners of his mouth and palms.

He took another bucket of water to wash the blood off his palms and mouth, then turned around and leaned against the table to wait for the ninth day.

After a while, Chujiu came in with a chair.

She put the chair down, looked up at him for a few seconds, said nothing, walked up to him, helped him to the chair and let him sit down.

Standing beside him, she lowered her eyes and looked at him: "If you feel uncomfortable, just lie down on the bed..."

"No." She was interrupted firmly before she could finish her sentence.

In the afternoon, he fell asleep on the bed because he was too tired. When he woke up, he found that she was gone, leaving him alone in this empty inn.

What if he fell asleep again this time and she was not there when he woke up?

Chujiu was furious after hearing this, but it soon subsided. He sighed, squatted down, looked up at him and said patiently, "But you feel bad, don't you?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her, then turned his face away without saying a word.

Chujiu looked at him for a while, suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his left hand to touch his right cheek, turned his face around, and forced him to look at him. He whispered: "Look at how bad your face is. What if you faint later? Huh?"

"..." But he pursed his lips and looked away, unwilling to listen to her and rest.

Chujiu's patience was almost exhausted. She stared at him closely, but in her mind she was thinking about how to make him obey.

Why is this guy so stubborn? Does he really want her to use force?

After thinking about it, I decided to give up. He was already feeling uncomfortable, and if he started to make a scene later, he would probably feel even more uncomfortable. What if I accidentally hurt him?

He sighed several times before trying to be nice and saying, "Then I'll stay with you?"

He then looked at her, with uncertainty in his eyes: "Really?"

"...Well. How could it be fake?" Chujiu was stunned, not understanding why he didn't believe what he said.

He looked at her in silence for a while, then said seriously, "But you said it."

"Yes, I said it, what's wrong?" She looked confused.

Why am I finding it increasingly difficult to understand him?

"Nothing." He smiled softly.

"..."

Chujiu looked suspicious but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he stood up and said, "I'll go tell my sister."

"Yeah." He replied with a smile and watched her leave the kitchen.

A moment later, Chujiu came in holding Chu Furong's arm, smiling like a flatterer: "Hehe, I know that sister is the best. Sister is the only good one in the world."

Chu Furong pushed her away, looking very disgusted: "Come on, I'm afraid I'm only at my best when you need me."

Chujiu stuck to it like a dog-skin plaster: "How could it be? In my heart, my sister is an all-round sister who can handle affairs of state, cook in the kitchen, and is both civil and military."

As she spoke, she let go of Chu Furong's hand and gestured: "I am willing to go through fire and water for you. If you come forward, I will be your sword, spear, stick and sword. If you retreat, I will be your strongest shield. I will start by protecting you..."

“Stop, stop, stop…” Chu Furong interrupted her when she saw that she was about to continue. “You’re the only one who protects me? When something really happens, you’ll be the one who runs the fastest.”

He turned around to make a fire and said disdainfully: "I'm grateful that you don't run away. I don't expect you to be my sword, spear, stick or sword or anything like that."

Chujiu chuckled, not feeling embarrassed. He turned around and walked to Mo Xinglan, helped him up and said with a shameless smile: "Then I will try not to cause trouble to my sister, and run first as a sign of respect, hehe."

After saying that, he pulled Mo Xinglan out of the kitchen, leaving Chu Furong speechless in the kitchen.

After a while, Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan half lying on the bed.

He took a stool and sat beside the bed: "You...why don't you take a nap?"

"I've slept all afternoon." He shook his head.

"Then..." Chujiu glanced around, not knowing what to say.

After hesitating for a long time, he squeezed out a word: "...Okay."

"..."

After that, the two of them fell into a silence that was rarely seen.