Morning Star

Chapter 158 Then You Will Never Feel at Peace for the Rest of Your Life

When she turned around with a head full of doubts, she saw him slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, holding onto the bedpost, and even sitting down was very slow.

He sat down and leaned against the bedpost, one hand on his leg. His long black hair was messily hanging on the bed, a strand of hair slipped from his shoulder and finally fell on his legs.

Chujiu walked up to him slowly, feeling uneasy, but didn't dare to speak. She stood there with her head down for a while, but he didn't look at her or say a word.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head down, motionless. If I hadn't seen his chest rising and falling slightly, I would have thought something was wrong with him.

After hesitating for a moment, she squatted down, looked up at him, and took the initiative to meet his gaze.

But he still looked calm and expressionless. Only when they met, his eyes under his long eyelashes flashed a hint of displeasure.

Seeing that hint of displeasure, Chujiu actually felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, at least she knew how he felt now, otherwise she wouldn’t know how to coax him.

She was afraid that her legs would go numb if she squatted for too long, so she just sat cross-legged on the ground. The ground wasn't dirty anyway.

She glanced at his hands on his legs, looked up at him, and carefully stretched out her hands to hold his.

When my fingertips touched his hand, I felt a chill, but seeing that he didn't resist, I became bolder and held his hand with both hands.

Seeing his eyes flashing quickly, she looked at him pitifully: "Xingxing, I, I...did I do something wrong again?"

He didn't answer but his eyes turned slightly cold.

"Don't be angry." Chujiu's eyebrows drooped and almost formed an "eight". She held his hand tightly and said, "Let me think about it. Can I think about it carefully?"

So she lowered her head and thought about it carefully. But she really didn't know what she had done wrong. It was just that he seemed to be silent after seeing the wound on her arm.

Is it because she was injured? But she didn't want to be injured, how can it be considered her fault? Woohoo, she was the one who was injured, why is she still wrong?

She stammered with a bitter face, "Is it, is it, because, I, I was fine when I went out, but when I came back, I was injured?"

"That's half right," he finally spoke. His voice was hoarse but chilling.

Seeing that he finally spoke, Chujiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but became nervous again when he remembered what he said.

She thought about it again, but this time she really couldn't think of anything. She looked up at him with a melancholy face and said, "Give me some clues."

His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he reached out his hand, gently brushed the broken bangs on her forehead with his fingertips, and said lightly: "You are disobedient."

"What?" She was stunned.

Why didn't she listen? Why didn't she listen? And why did his words sound so strange?

Mo Xinglan saw the confusion flashing across her face, and his eyes turned colder. He bent down slightly, and the fingertips that moved her bangs gently brushed across her fair cheeks. Finally, he lifted her chin and said leisurely, "Did you forget what I said about not letting you go out?"

"...But didn't you agree to it?" She was stunned for a moment, feeling unwilling and aggrieved.

He tilted his head slowly: "But if I don't agree, you will be angry."

"I..." She wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to refute. Ran was unwilling to give in, and thought for a while, "How can I bear it if you let me stay in one place for a long time without going out? Even you, when you were not injured, you often went out. You can't, you can't stop me from going out just because you are injured and can't go out, right? How can you be so hypocritical?"

She spoke softly and quietly, pouting her lips as if she was mumbling to herself.

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xinglan's face turned gloomy, and the hand that was pinching her chin tightened. His eyes were dark, like a bottomless pit.

The voice was also cold: "Then tell me, when did something go wrong when you went out? Why don't I help you think about it carefully."

"The first time you went out alone, you were almost attacked from behind. The second time, you came back with a level 6 bewitching demon, and you almost lost your life. This is the third time, and you came back injured."

As he said this, a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are really capable."

The more she listened, the more frustrated she felt. She didn't want this to happen, but she didn't know she was so unlucky. It seemed that she would be plagued by bad luck as long as he was not around. Because the few times she went out with him before, nothing happened.

"I, I can explain..."

Mo Xinglan didn't want to listen to her explanation, so he interrupted her and said slowly: "I want you to stay with me willingly, but you always want to leave. What should I do?"

He seemed to be lost in his own world, unable to see her dull look. Her dark eyes gradually turned blood red under the candlelight, with a strange and gorgeous look at the end of her eyes.

His expression was gloomy and cold: "Is it only if I break your legs that you will stay?"

"!" Chujiu took a breath and felt cold all over because of his words.

After saying this, Mo Xinglan suddenly chuckled again: "Are you scared already?"

"..." She swallowed, hesitated for a moment and nodded. How could she not be scared? He didn't look like he was joking just now.

Seeing her nod, the smile on his face gradually turned bitter: "Yes, it will definitely scare you. Then what should I do? How can I make you stay with me willingly?"

"for……"

She was stunned for a moment and opened her mouth to ask him why he insisted on keeping her, but she was interrupted by him before she could say anything.

"Is it only when I'm so injured that I can't get out of bed that you'll be willing to stay?"

He looked indifferent as he spoke, his two bloodshot eyes fixed on her, as if he would immediately make his injuries worse if she nodded.

Chujiu was startled, and her eyes trembled as if an earthquake had occurred. She came to her senses and quickly raised one hand to hold the hand that was pinching her chin, and the other hand to hold the hand on her leg tightly, fearing that he would be upset and slap her.

She knew that this man would not even let her go if he got ruthless.

She said, "No!"

"..." He looked at her quietly without interrupting her.

"If you really do this, I will be uneasy for the rest of my life."

"Then you will be uneasy for the rest of your life." He said indifferently.

"You..." He took a deep breath and exhaled, then admitted defeat. "Okay, I won't leave. I'll stay by your side."

The sinister look on Mo Xinglan's face gradually disappeared, but he didn't believe what she said: "Really?"

"It's true. It's truer than real gold." She replied helplessly.

But I was thinking, I should just agree to him first and then talk about it after this period of time.

At this time, I heard his extremely gentle voice: "Then, let's make a soul-locking contract. If you leave me, I will die, and you... won't be able to survive."

After hearing his words, Chujiu's heart trembled again and she looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine why he would say such a thing, and it was even harder to imagine that he said it with a gentle smile on his face. He didn't take death seriously at all. It seemed that in his eyes, her and his life were so worthless.