Morning Star

Chapter 190 Why are you so excited?

And when she woke up, she was wearing her nightgown and couldn't see anything. So...

She doubtfully confirmed again: "Are you...really...really speaking?"

"Really, really, I didn't see anything. I closed my eyes, I didn't see anything, I really didn't see anything." He answered quickly again. His pale face was still stained with two blushes. After answering, he quickly turned his head to look at her, as if to confirm something. Then he turned his head away quickly.

Chujiu kept staring at him, trying to see a hint of insincerity on his face, but she didn't expect that he, who usually didn't show his emotions, was now full of panic and didn't dare to look at her.

He really saw it!

Her face became even redder, and her neck turned red.

After thinking for a while, he stiffened his neck and said, "You, look at me and answer. Are you really...looking...or...not?"

Mo Xinglan became even more panicked when he heard this. The hand on the wound unconsciously clenched the clothes tightly, and he could not even feel the pain from touching the wound.

Is it that obvious that he's lying?

It’s over, it’s over, it’s really over now.

How to do?

If she knew, would she ignore him? Would she never want to see him again? Would she leave him? Would she...

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind quickly, and he turned his head away and was reluctant to turn around to see what she meant.

Time passed gradually.

After seeing it on the ninth day, I already understood.

My heart was pounding like it was about to jump out. My red face became even redder as I stared at him closely, wanting to know how he would answer, but also a little afraid to know.

Finally, her lips trembled and moved: "You, you..."

"I'm sorry, I..." Hearing her words, Mo Xinglan quickly turned his head to look at her and interrupted her. He blushed and bit the tender flesh on his lower lip and stammered, "I, I didn't mean it."

"I really didn't mean it." He didn't know how to say it so that she wouldn't get angry, so he repeated it in a low voice, with an innocent and pleading tone.

Chujiu's breathing stagnated when he heard what he said, and he stared at his dark and pitiful eyes for a long time.

Suddenly he took a deep breath, and exhaled after a long while, then closed his eyes to calm down, then opened them again, and said helplessly: "Forget it, it's okay."

What else could she say? Should she scold him? Or drag him up and beat him up? But, she had seen it all, and he had said that he didn't mean it. Seeing his innocent and pitiful look, how could she bring herself to do that?

But the moment he admitted it, she didn't seem that angry.

With a sigh, she turned and walked towards the door without saying anything else.

But just after taking two steps, Mo Xinglan's anxious voice came from behind: "Are you angry? I, I last night..."

"Okay, stop it!"

Hearing that he was about to tell the details of what happened last night, she quickly interrupted him.

He took a deep breath, feeling helpless, and turned around to plead, "Let's just put this matter behind us, okay? Don't mention it again. If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, no one will know. Okay."

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He still couldn't let go of his worries, but after hearing what she said, he didn't know what to say.

He really didn't mean it last night. He also didn't know she...

"Bang!"

The sound of a door closing interrupted his thoughts and made his heart tremble.

He shifted his gaze to the closed door, looking forlorn.

She...would definitely hate him.

Thinking of this, he turned sideways and curled up, ignoring the pain. He felt extremely regretful.

……

After lunch, the old innkeeper said that he had some personal matters to take care of in the next few days and would leave the inn for a few days.

Chujiu told the old shopkeeper to leave his inn to them and assured them that he would not let his inn close.

Anyway, the old innkeeper usually has no guests coming.

The old shopkeeper said something to a few people with a very suspicious mood and then left.

Not long after the old shopkeeper left, Chu Furong and Gao Yashan also went out to the market.

When Zhuo Hua heard Chu Furong say she was going to the market, he followed her happily. Mo Xinglan gave him two high-quality spirit stones last night, so he still had a lot left.

Suddenly, Chujiu and Mo Xinglan were the only ones left in the inn.

Mo Xinglan didn't go downstairs to eat lunch. Chujiu said that it was over, but it was still a bit awkward for a while, so he asked Gao Yashan to deliver lunch.

But Gao Yashan took it back shortly after he delivered it, saying that Mo Xinglan had fallen asleep.

So at this moment, Chujiu came to the backyard alone with a basin of clothes to wash clothes.

She didn't see that there was a black figure standing at the back door of the kitchen, looking at her quietly for a while, then turned back to the kitchen.

After washing the clothes on the ninth day, she hung them up and walked out of the backyard carrying the basin.

When passing by the kitchen, he happened to see Mo Xinglan, who was staring at the medicine jar with his eyes lowered in a daze.

She was stunned for a moment, and the conversation she had with him at noon unconsciously popped up in her mind.

A wave of embarrassment suddenly came over her. She shook her head, coughed lightly, pulled the corners of her mouth to put on a smile, and waved at him: "Hi, hi?"

She regretted it right after she said hello. It would have been worse if she hadn't said hello at all.

"!"

Mo Xinglan subconsciously looked up when he heard the voice. After seeing the owner of the voice, he stood up in a panic.

However, his movement was too sudden and caused a sharp pain in his wound. He fell to the ground in pain before he could even stand firmly.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Chujiu dropped the basin and ran over to support him.

After letting him slowly sit back on the stool, he let out a breath.

Crouching beside him, she looked worried and puzzled: "Why are you so excited?"

"..."

He glanced at her, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and did not answer her.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chujiu sighed and asked, "Are you hungry? I left some food for you at noon. Can I heat it up for you? Hmm?"

She tilted her head with a questioning look in her eyes.

He glanced at her again and found that she didn't look unhappy. He was silent for a while before answering: "Yeah."

So Chujiu picked up the basin and went to heat up the rice.

She poured some water into the pot, covered it with a lid and started a fire, then thought of something and said, "Oh, right, Mo Xinglan."

"Hmm?" Mo Xinglan, who had his eyes lowered on the other side, trembled his long eyelashes.

She added some firewood to the stove and chatted with him, "If you don't want to wash clothes next time, just give them to me and I'll wash them for you. You only wear them for one day anyway, and you like to be clean, so if the clothes are not dirty, just rub them casually."

He was startled, and looked up at her blankly.

Just then, he saw her looking up at him: "So don't destroy or throw away all your clothes. What a waste. Even if you have plenty of spirit stones, but...what if one day you don't have enough clothes? Just like that time in the Abyss Valley."

She paused and lowered her head again: "Also, although blood stains on clothes are not as easy to wash as normal clothes, they can still be washed off."

"..."

After hearing her words, he gradually felt warm in his heart. His heart was finally at ease. His pale lips slightly raised an arc, his eyes full of tenderness.