Morning Star

Chapter 185 Is it for that little girl again?

He stared stiffly at the blurry figure behind the screen. After a while, he came to his senses and found that he had lost his mind while staring at her figure.

He turned around in panic, leaned against the door, covered his wound, and lowered his eyes in a daze.

Didn't she know that this was dangerous? Was she really drunk and didn't care?

After leaning against the door for a while, he slowly came to the table, lowered his eyes to look at the hair accessories and headbands on the table, and sat on the stool while holding onto the tabletop.

He took out a few pills from his storage ring and swallowed them. He adjusted his breathing for a while. The pain in his body gradually eased. Then he stared at the hair accessories on the table in a daze.

About half an hour later, a breeze blew through the open window, bringing a cool breeze.

"Cough, cough..."

He coughed a few times uncomfortably and came back to his senses. He looked at the screen again and found that there was no sound behind the screen. Then he remembered that Chujiu had been in the bathtub for half an hour.

Why does she take so long to shower?

With doubt in his eyes, he called out softly, "Jiu'er?"

"..."

I waited for a few seconds but received no response.

Remembering that she was drunk and had been sleepy before, he frowned slightly.

Could it be that she fell asleep in the bathtub?

In order to confirm whether she was really asleep, I called her again, but still got no response.

Looking at the figure reflected on the screen, he hesitated and swallowed, and finally stood up and walked slowly behind the screen.

When I came behind the screen, I saw the girl sleeping beside the bathtub with her eyes closed. Her pink lips were blinking from time to time. She must have dreamed of something delicious and was eating it with relish.

The wet bangs and ear hair stuck to the fair and tender face. A drop of water flowed from the end of the hair, along the white neck to the collarbone.

As if possessed, he moved his gaze down along the drop of water from the face of the sleeping girl.

The water in the tub was crystal clear, but the girl curled her legs together, covering her key parts tightly, with her hands resting on her white legs...

He quickly turned his head away with a guilty conscience, feeling his throat a little dry, and swallowed.

The originally pale face was now stained with two bright red spots. The hands hanging by her side grasped the hem of her clothes tightly, and her eyes flickered.

Look, look, I see...

His heart was pounding as if it was about to jump out.

Suddenly he saw a neatly folded nightgown on a stool beside him. She must have taken it out and placed it on the stool before taking a bath.

He glanced at the sleeping girl guiltily, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and used his spiritual energy to make the person in the water float away. Then, following his memory, he raised his hand and made the nightgown on the stool beside him fly up, put it on her, and tied a knot around her waist with a belt.

Then he opened his eyes and took the person in his arms. He walked slowly to the bed, gently put the sleeping person on the bed and let her lie down. He pulled the quilt over her.

Just as I covered her with the quilt, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest and a burning pain. My eyes were spinning.

He quickly sat on the edge of the bed, holding onto the bedpost, leaning against it.

"Cough, cough..."

After coughing twice, he tried not to cough again for fear of waking her up. But blood gushed out of his mouth, dripping from his pale chin onto his snow-white clothes. The fabric between his chest and abdomen was also stained red by the blood from the wound.

He raised his hand to cover the wound, lowered his head and breathed slightly.

The internal injuries on his body had not recovered yet. He had used spiritual energy several times today and had torn the wounds again and again. Now, the injuries had finally relapsed.

He turned sideways and lowered his head to look at the sleeping person, stroked her face, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Although she was a bit troublesome when she was drunk, she was obedient and cute, and she was very clingy to him. Normally, she would never cling to him like this, nor would she listen to him so much, and she would never run to his room and say she wanted to sleep with him.

Thinking of this, he felt that the recurrence of his injury was not a loss at all, but a gain. He just hoped that after she woke up, she would not ask him about how he almost saw her naked, otherwise he would not be able to explain it clearly.

He withdrew his hand, stood up with the help of the bedpost, and slowly walked towards the screen.

After draining all the water from the tub, he closed the valve and added another bucket of warm water. He took out a small white porcelain bottle from the storage ring, opened the stopper and poured the original liquid into the water.

The warm water gradually turned cold, accompanied by splashes and ripples on the water surface.

After pouring the original solution, he took out the white medicine bottle, bandages and folded bathrobe and placed them on the stool.

Only then did he take off his clothes and put them aside, and then untied the blood-stained bandages on his body one by one.

The scattered black hair covered his back, leaving only his white shoulders exposed.

He stepped into the bathtub and slowly sat down in it.

The originally warm water had now become icy cold due to the addition of the original liquid. The blood from the wound on his body had also dyed the transparent and colorless water red.

He leaned against the edge of the tub, hugged his hunched knees tightly with his hands, closed his eyes, frowned, clenched his teeth, and even his body began to tremble.

At this moment, a green light flashed, and Liu Yue appeared beside the bathtub. He lowered his eyes and looked at him indifferently, stretched out his hand and probed in the cold blood water, causing ripples.

He withdrew his hand and sneered: "Is it worth it to let your injury relapse for a woman and make yourself so embarrassed?"

"..."

Mo Xinglan did not respond, as if he did not hear what he said.

Liu Yue did not intend to wait for his answer and continued, "Your injuries are too severe. This Snow Dew Essence will not be very effective on you."

After a pause, she looked at him with some confusion: "If I remember correctly, the Demon Realm should have the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid. Why not go to the Demon Realm?"

After saying this, he thought for a moment and then laughed again, mockingly: "Is it because of that little girl again?"

He turned his head to look at the other side of the screen, as if he could see Chujiu sleeping soundly through the screen.

Then he turned around and smiled sarcastically: "You are deeply in love with her, but she knows your heart, but she keeps avoiding you and never gives you an answer."

"..." This time Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes, but still did not speak. He just lowered his eyes and looked at the water indifferently.

Liu Yue continued: "Because she didn't give an answer, so you think there is still hope?"

"..."

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

Although Liu Yue couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, she was always observant and guessed what he was thinking.

He smiled nonchalantly, somewhat gloatingly: "Although I am only half a soul now and cannot heal your injuries, it is not impossible to relieve your injuries."

As he said this, he cut his fingertips. Blood-red liquid gushed out from the wound on his fingertips.

He raised his hand and let it fall into the water, injecting spiritual energy into the water at the same time.

A wisp of blood mist floated slowly in the blood-red water.

Mo Xinglan in the water frowned even deeper, hugged his knees tightly, gasped with his mouth slightly open, and his body trembled violently.