Morning Star

Chapter 164 Do you like it?

He quietly looked at the girl in front of him who was lost in memories. After a long while, he asked, "What kind of cake do you like to eat?"

The fingertips drawing circles in the flour paused for a moment: "I like it."

She held her chin with both hands and fell into beautiful memories. "Although you can buy cake when you want to eat it when you grow up, I think birthday cake is still the most delicious. The soft cake is covered with a thick layer of cream and decorated with your favorite fruits. Put a few colorful candles on it, gather around a table with family and friends, light the candles, turn off the lights, make a wish while everyone sings the birthday song, and blow out the candles. Then everyone eats the cake together."

She giggled twice, as if she was blowing out the candles on her birthday: "Ah, nia~ I feel so happy just thinking about it."

"..." He stared blankly at the girl beside him who was holding her face and reminiscing.

It was the first time he saw her look so happy, yet he felt a little uncomfortable.

His eyes slowly drooped and gradually dimmed, and his gaze fell on the finished mooncake.

It's time to take it to the kitchen and bake it.

"It's time to take the mooncakes to the kitchen." He interrupted her beautiful memories.

Chujiu finally came back to reality. After a moment of silence, he pouted, responded softly, and stood up.

Seeing Mo Xinglan trying to stand up by holding onto the table, she stepped forward and pushed him down, holding the chopping board and saying without letting anyone refute her, "You sit here, I'll take the mooncakes."

"..."

Mo Xinglan did not refuse. He sat obediently on the stool waiting for Chujiu to come back after taking the mooncakes to the kitchen.

Just making mooncakes took almost half a day, and now the mooncake making process has finally come to an end.

After working for most of the day, several people lay down on the table tiredly.

"I didn't expect that making mooncakes is more tiring than fighting." Zhuohua put his hands on the table as if they had grown together with the table.

Chujiu, who was also lying on the table, shook his head in disapproval: "Compared to fighting, I would rather make mooncakes. At least I don't have to get hurt, it won't hurt, and I can eat the mooncakes after they're made."

You know, she is very afraid of pain. Even if there is a painless mode, there are conditions to turn it on. And there is no pain only during the period after the mode is turned on. Once the mode is turned off, if the wound on the body has not healed, it will still hurt.

Although making mooncakes is a little troublesome, at least it is not life-threatening. And the finished mooncakes can be eaten, which is great.

"But making mooncakes is so troublesome. Fighting is much easier." Zhuohua pouted with a moist mouth and retorted dissatisfiedly.

Chujiu rolled his eyes at him and muttered, "You are simple-minded but strong-limbed. I'm talking about you."

Hearing the disdain in her tone, Zhuohua pursed his lips in grievance and stopped talking. Anyway, he couldn't win the argument, so why not just stop talking?

After they rested for a while, Chu Furong looked at the sky outside and planned to go out and play in the evening.

Chujiu was the first time to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival in Hualing, and was very interested in the customs on the day of the festival. He immediately became energetic and raised his hand to say that he wanted to go out and play.

So after everyone unanimously decided, they planned to go out and play in the evening, and then eat moon cakes and enjoy the moon after coming back.

But you have to change your clothes before going out. You can't go out to play in clothes covered with flour.

Chujiu changed her clothes and habitually came to the door of Mo Xinglan's room to wait for him.

Before I could even get my feet warm, I heard the boy's voice coming from inside the house: "Come in."

Chujiu was not vague either. He pushed open the door and walked in as if he was entering his own room.

Mo Xinglan changed into a gorgeous white dress. A few strands of dark hair fell on his chest, contrasting sharply with the snow-white robe.

The black hair on both sides of his cheeks made his already pale face look even paler, and even his lips looked a little paler.

Chujiu frowned slightly, walked slowly to him, looked up at him, and said in a motherly tone: "I asked you to wear something thicker, did you wear more?"

"It's on. If you don't believe me, see for yourself." Mo Xinglan smiled helplessly.

She actually reached out her hand to touch his clothes. Although they were still two pieces, they were thicker than the two pieces he wore during the day, so she withdrew her hand.

At this time, she caught a glimpse of his long hair scattered on his back and asked in confusion, "Are you going out like this?"

It's not impossible, but I feel like if he goes out like this, he will definitely attract a lot of attention, both men and women.

He was puzzled for a moment, then glanced at the strands of hair draped over his chest and understood.

I have been injured recently, so it is a bit difficult for me to comb my hair. Usually, I just tie the ends of my hair casually with a hairband.

"Help me." These three short words revealed a commitment that could not be refused.

After saying that, he didn't care whether Chujiu agreed or not, and walked to the table and sat on the chair.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, sighed, walked behind him, took out a mirror, placed it on the table facing his face, took out a comb, and began to comb his hair one stroke after another.

"Wow, your hair is so good and so long. I'm so envious." Chujiu pulled a strand of his hair and sighed.

This is long, straight black hair that many girls envy.

Even if you keep taking care of your hair, it is unlikely to maintain such good hair quality. However, this is natural, and he can get such good hair without any maintenance. Don't you feel angry?

Mo Xinglan looked at the girl behind him through the mirror in front of him and smiled: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." Chujiu answered without thinking.

After answering, she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what it was.

She lowered her eyes and began to braid his hair.

She didn't notice that after she said she liked him, the boy in front of her was stunned for a moment, and the next moment his joy was beyond words.

He seldom showed his emotions on his face, but he did so at this rare moment, which showed how happy he was deep down in his heart.

Although she knew that she only liked his long hair, not him, he was still very happy. After all, the hair was his own. Was this also part of her liking him?

In just a short while, Chujiu had braided his hair.

His long braids fell down behind him, and the tails were tied with a white hairband. This time the bow was no longer a big butterfly-wing bow like last time, and it looked much more normal.

"Take a look." He pointed at the mirror and asked him to look for himself.

He looked at himself in the mirror, then raised his eyes to look at her in the mirror.

The girl in the mirror had two buns on her head, and her fair forehead and a pair of embroidered eyebrows were hidden under a thin layer of bangs. Her big, watery eyes looked at him questioningly without blinking, and her chubby little mouth was so moist that you wanted to take a bite.

As he looked at her, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. He wished he could look at her like this forever.

How can there be someone so cute that you never get tired of looking at them?

I really want to make her my own, hide her away so that only I can see her.