Morning Star

Chapter 184 Sleeping with the Stars

Chu Furong looked at their actions with a gratified smile on her face. She held a wine glass in her hand and looked at them: "Xiaojiu should be sleepy. I'd like to trouble Xinglan to take Xiaojiu to her room to rest."

Gao Yashan, who was beside her, looked at Chu Furong with some confusion, not quite understanding why Mo Xinglan should send Chu Jiu to rest.

Isn't it said that men and women should not touch each other? Xiaojiu is drunk again now. Wouldn't it be bad to let Mr. Mo take Xiaojiu back to the room to rest? And Mr. Mo is still injured.

He turned his head to look at Chujiu who was leaning against Mo Xinglan's arms with his eyes closed and quietly lying there, and then looked at Mo Xinglan who was holding Chujiu. After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something and nodded secretly.

Oh, that's it, he understood.

After listening to Chu Furong's words, Mo Xinglan looked at her for a few seconds and nodded in agreement.

At this time, a voice with a baby voice sounded: "Woo waa, I am also sleepy, I also want Xinghai... Brother Xinglan to send me off."

"Puff!" The old shopkeeper spat out the wine he had just drunk because of his words which sounded so coquettish.

This guy behaves like this when he is drunk. He is not normal at all, and he is even more abnormal when he is drunk.

This immediately attracted everyone's attention. However, the person involved was completely unaware of the situation and lay on the table, looking at Mo Xinglan with an aggrieved look on his face.

"..." Mo Xinglan's mouth twitched, and he felt sick. If he hadn't been holding Chujiu in his arms, he would have slapped him.

As Zhuohua's owner, Chu Furong covered her face with one hand at this moment, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Don't tell anyone that he is her contracted demon, otherwise it will be embarrassing.

Gao Yashan, who had become much smarter, naturally knew how Chu Furong felt at the moment. In order to comfort her, he put several pieces of meat in her bowl.

At the same time, Chujiu, who had been sleeping in Mo Xinglan's arms with his eyes closed, opened his eyes after hearing Zhuohua's words, hugged Mo Xinglan's waist with both hands, turned his head and glared at Zhuohua with an unhappy look: "I won't send it to you. Humph!"

She looked like a hen protecting her chicks.

This time, she was careless and only cared about what she was thinking, without considering what would happen to Mo Xinglan after she hugged him.

Mo Xinglan frowned in pain: "Jiu'er, I won't send him off, let me go."

Although her action made him very happy, if she continued like this, sooner or later his injuries would relapse.

"Yeah." She let go of his hand obediently and looked at him with sleepy eyes and a pursed mouth.

He patted her head and helped her stand up: "Get up, I'll take you back to your room."

She nodded and stood up while being half-carried and half-supported by Mo Xinglan.

Then two people, a wounded man and a drunkard, left the table and walked towards the house.

However, just as he reached a big tree in the backyard near the kitchen, Chujiu refused to leave.

Mo Xinglan had no choice but to stop: "Why don't you leave?"

She turned sideways, raised her hands and hugged his waist again, leaning against him: "Hug."

She suddenly hugged him, causing his whole body to stagger and lean against the tree trunk behind him.

He took a deep breath, frowned, his face was already as pale as paper, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Even so, he subconsciously held her with both hands to prevent her from falling.

"Jiuer...let go." He said softly.

He realized that she seemed to like hugging him very much. How many times had this happened tonight? Every time, it would hurt his wound.

"Yeah, give me a hug." She shook her head, unwilling to let go.

Mo Xinglan closed his eyes and exhaled: "How can I hug you if you hug me like this?"

She was stunned for a moment and seemed to think he was right, then she let him go. After she managed to stand firm, she raised her hands to him for a hug.

He took a deep breath and exhaled, holding her slender waist with one hand and lifting her knees with the other, enduring the pain and picking her up.

After being picked up, Chujiu raised the corners of his mouth contentedly, raised his arms to wrap around his neck, and leaned on his chest.

"Don't move." His neck felt itchy from her touch, and he frowned and said softly.

"Yeah, hug me." After answering, she really didn't move again.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm holding it."

"Hmm." Smelling the faint sweet fragrance on him, she gently closed her eyes. She didn't forget to murmur to herself, "Xingxing...smells good..."

"..."

The backyard of the inn is behind the kitchen. From the kitchen, the dining room is further out. The stairs to the bedroom are in the dining room.

Although Mo Xinglan walked smoothly along the way holding Chujiu, the pain in his body reminded him all the time that he was now a wounded man and his wounds had already opened.

But even so, he still didn't let go of the girl in his arms, because she was already asleep, and he couldn't bear to wake her up.

After a while, he finally carried the sleeping person to her room door. He lifted his foot and pushed the door open and walked in. He came to the bed and carefully put her on the bed, took off her shoes for her, and let her lie down. Just when he was about to reach out to pull the quilt, the person who should have been asleep opened her eyes and blinked at him.

Wasn't she asleep? Why was she awake? Did he wake her up?

Confused, Chujiu sat up and looked around. He was stunned for a few seconds and blinked. Then he quickly got out of bed, but staggered because of dizziness.

"Be careful..." Mo Xinglan hurriedly reached out to help her.

However, due to the excessive movement, the wound was pulled, and the pain was so severe that he had to free one hand to hold the edge of the bed.

Just because of this one negligence, Chujiu let go of his hand, ran out of his room barefoot, staggering.

"Where are you going?" Mo Xinglan asked behind her.

"..."

Not getting an answer and fearing that something might happen to her, he forced himself to stand up and follow her.

Until she came to the door of her room. She pushed open the door of his room and walked in. She also knew how to use her spiritual energy to light the candles in the room.

The room became much brighter when the candles were lit.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked confused.

Chujiu came to the table and sat down, raising his hands to haphazardly remove the hairband and hair accessories on his head: "Sleep with the stars."

"Sleep... with me?!" he paused and repeated in disbelief.

"Hmm." She nodded.

While speaking, she had already let her hair down.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a while, then remembered that her room door was still open, so he went back to her room door and closed it. Then he went back to his own room. When he closed the door, he was still a little dazed, and it always felt too unreal.

He was stunned for a while, and when he turned around, she was gone.

He was a little dazed and suspected that what he had just seen was just a figment of his imagination.

At this moment, the sound of splashing water came from behind the screen.

He looked towards the source of the sound.

Under the dim light, I could vaguely see the girl behind the screen with her head resting in the bathtub. I could vaguely see her raising one arm, and then there was the sound of running water.

She, she actually ran into his room and took a bath in his bathtub? !