Morning Star

Chapter 189 No, I didn't read it

My heart ached. Why did we bring this up again? Couldn't we just leave it alone?

As long as he didn't say it, she wouldn't feel that she was selfish and mean.

Mo Xinglan finished speaking, pleading and sadness flashing in his eyes again. He changed his hands from covering her face to hugging her waist, and with a little force in his hands, he forced her to lie on top of him.

Chujiu obediently lay on him slowly and let him hold her.

I heard him panting slightly and whispered in my ear, "Do you really not remember what you said last night?"

"Yesterday, last night?" She murmured, trying to recall carefully in her mind, but her memory of last night was so confused that she couldn't remember what she said specifically.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "What did I say last night?"

What did she say to make him so upset? Was it something that hurt him?

The more she thought about it, combined with his current sad look, the more she felt it, and hurriedly said: "No matter what I said last night, don't take it to heart. I always talk nonsense when I'm drunk, really. I once cursed at a tree trunk when I was drunk. They said I cursed very hard. So, so, if I said something last night that made you unhappy, it was definitely not about you. You, don't be sad. Okay?"

That said, there should be no problem, right?

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He knew it, he knew it would be like this.

The saying that the truth comes out when drunk is all lies.

Listen to it, Mo Xinglan, these are her real words.

Even though he knew that she was lying last night, he still naively believed her.

why!

why!

Why do you always lie to him?

Why did she approach him without his consent every time? She quietly stirred his heart, but she herself never knew it and acted irresponsibly.

Why didn't she realize that an unintentional action of hers would require him to exhaust all his strength to calm himself?

He held her arms tighter and tighter, with revenge and unwillingness, completely ignoring his own injuries.

Chujiu was a little breathless in his embrace, and frowned and said with difficulty: "Mo Xinglan, let go a little, I can't breathe."

He shuddered and gradually came back to his senses, the pain in his body also swept over him. He reluctantly let go of her arms.

Chujiu was finally able to breathe smoothly. She took several deep breaths before she stood up and fled out of bed, saying quickly, "You, you continue to rest."

After getting out of bed, I didn't even think about putting on my shoes and ran towards the door barefoot.

"..."

Mo Xinglan lay flat on the bed, with one hand on the bed and the other hand on the wound between his chest and abdomen, staring blankly at the top of the bed curtains.

Chujiu ran to the door, just stretched out his hand to touch the door, suddenly remembered that he was still wearing a nightgown, and wanted to put on his clothes. He turned around and looked around the room, but couldn't find where his clothes were.

After thinking for a while, he came behind the screen following the fragmentary memories in his mind.

Sure enough, she saw her clothes on the stool. There was also a bloodstained white shirt next to her clothes.

He was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take a look at the white clothes.

Looking at the bloodstains on her clothes, she pursed her lips, picked up her clothes and turned to leave. But at the moment she turned around, her eyes caught a glimpse of a pile of blood-stained bandages pushed under the screen.

She froze in her tracks, her brows drooped. After a pause, she put the clothes in her hands back on the stool, then fumbled through her clothes for a while and found the storage ring where she kept her clothes.

He took out a set of light green clothes from the storage ring, turned around and quietly peeked at Mo Xinglan from behind the screen.

I found him still lying on the bed. Although his eyes were open, he was motionless and it seemed that he had no intention of getting out of bed.

Only then did he feel at ease and hid behind the screen and changed out of his pajamas.

After changing clothes, she walked out from behind the screen barefoot. Standing by the table, looking at Mo Xinglan on the bed, she asked, "Do you have anything else to wash besides yesterday's clothes?"

She knew he had plenty of spirit stones and clothes, but it was a waste for him to wear and throw away one set after another. She had to wash her own clothes anyway, so she might as well wash his as well, hoping that he hadn't thrown away the clothes he had taken off earlier.

Mo Xinglan came back to his senses and slowly turned his eyes to look at her sideways. Instead of answering, he asked: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I……"

She opened her mouth and was somewhat speechless.

Who was it that held her and prevented her from walking before? Why did she become like this in just a short while?

The black-hearted monster has very changeable moods, changing every moment.

She was a little annoyed, but she suppressed her anger and said again: "I said, where are the clothes you need to wash?"

"...throw it away." He stared at her in silence for a moment and said lightly.

After saying that, he turned his gaze away, closed his eyes and stopped looking at her.

The ninth day of the lunar month: "..."

What's going on? Has she offended him again?

Forget it, just throw it away. She doesn't like being abused, so wouldn't it be better to wash fewer clothes?

So she went behind the screen and picked up the clothes she had changed. She walked a few steps and suddenly stopped. After hesitating for a long time, she went back and picked up the blood-stained clothes, then turned around and walked out from behind the screen.

Looking at him with his eyes closed, I hesitated for a moment and thought it would be better to tell him.

"Although the clothes you wore yesterday were stained with blood, they can still be washed. I'll help you wash them."

Although Mo Xinglan closed his eyes, he was not asleep. When he heard her words, his eyelashes trembled and he didn't make any other unnecessary movements.

It's the default.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Chujiu didn't say anything else and walked towards the door holding the clothes.

After just a few steps, she felt like she had forgotten something, so she stopped and looked around, hoping to remember something.

Until his eyes fell on a nightgown among the clothes in his hands.

She finally remembered.

She turned around and looked at him who still had his eyes closed, and hesitated for a moment: "Um...my clothes last night, were they changed by you?"

Otherwise she couldn't think of a second person, but it was not ruled out that she changed it in a daze.

"!"

When Mo Xinglan heard this, his body stiffened and he suddenly opened his eyes.

How could he have forgotten this?

In an instant, the image of the girl's fair and tender skin beneath the clear water surface emerged in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He glanced at her, then looked away again.

Since Chujiu was staring at him intently, she saw all the changes in his expression.

Her face flushed red, and she instinctively used the clothes in her hands to block herself. She trembled and asked hesitantly, "You, you, look, look..."

"No, no, I didn't see it." He turned his head away and answered quickly, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, she would doubt him and make him look worse in her mind.

His eager denial made Chujiu seriously doubt what he really saw.

But she thought about it again and thought that Mo Xinglan was not that kind of person. If he really wanted to see it, he had...