Morning Star

Chapter 157 I feel empty and a little disappointed

When Chujiu turned around, he found Mo Xinglan standing on the stairs. He frowned and walked quickly to him, looking up at him angrily.

Mo Xinglan was already a whole head and neck taller than her. Now that Mo Xinglan was standing on the upper step and she was standing on the lower step, she looked even shorter. As a result, she lost a lot of momentum.

She quickly walked around him and went up the stairs above him, but that was not enough, so she went up another stairs.

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around holding the railing. When he looked up, he saw her with her left hand on her waist, glaring at him angrily again.

I only heard her say: "Are you not feeling well enough with your wounds? Why are you running down here for no reason? Doesn't your wound hurt?"

Then she looked at his thin clothes and became even angrier: "It's chilly out there, don't you feel cold wearing just one piece of clothing?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned by her scolding, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He glanced at her bloody right arm hanging at her side, his eyes slightly cold.

Chujiu had been staying by his side for the past few days and had become very brave. Seeing him like this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he glared back at him: "What are you looking at? What do you think? Huh?"

“…” His face turned gloomy after hearing this.

The little rabbit became bolder because of his pampering.

Thinking of this, a hint of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was light and fluttering: "Are you getting bolder? Huh?"

"..."

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes flickered, and then she quickly shut up.

That's right, she has become bolder and even dares to scold the evil-hearted monster.

After coming to her senses, the scolding look on her face immediately disappeared and was replaced by a flattering look. She came to his side and supported him: "Hey, a lot of things happened today. I'll tell you about it when we get back to the room. It's very interesting."

"..." His expression finally relaxed.

The little rabbit was not frightened.

Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan back to the room, and sat down at the table under Mo Xinglan's instructions.

"Why don't you sit on the bed?" Chujiu stood up and turned to close the door.

Mo Xinglan didn't answer her. While she was closing the door, he took out some small porcelain bottles and placed them on the table. He also took out some medical instruments. He prepared his own wound cleaning solution, cotton, small tweezers, etc. When she turned around, he waved at her and asked her to come over.

Chujiu took a look at the things on the table and understood. But he was still a little confused. He walked over and asked, "The wound on my hand has been treated, and it's not serious. You don't have to treat it again for me."

Most importantly, she would have to endure the pain of treating her wounds again.

Mo Xinglan ignored her words and said to her expressionlessly, "Sit here."

He pointed to the chair in front of him.

Chujiu had no choice but to listen to him and sit on the chair, looking at him nervously.

"Hand." He said a word lightly and stretched out his hand.

She hesitated for a moment and then reached out her injured hand and placed it in his.

Alas... she still couldn't avoid suffering again. She felt like crying.

Mo Xinglan saw a pair of black scissors in his hand, and he cut her sleeves without emotion, stopping only when he reached her shoulders.

Soon, the entire right hand was exposed, the white skin almost glowing in the candlelight. The arm was wrapped with circles of gauze soaked with blood.

Mo Xinglan's long drooped eyelashes cast a shadow in the candlelight, hiding the emotions in his eyes.

The hand holding her wrist tightened, and after a long while he said calmly, "Lift it."

He didn't care whether she listened or not. He turned sideways to face the table, put a piece of white paper on it, opened the small porcelain bottle, poured out a few pills and placed them on the white paper. He ground the pills into powder and mixed them evenly.

I glanced at her sideways and saw that she was actually holding her arms up obediently. Her arms were shaking slightly because they had been held up for a long time, and she didn't know how to put them down.

Yes, he did it on purpose. He wanted to punish her, otherwise she wouldn't know where she went wrong.

Chujiu stared at him with a grievance, but said: "Why are you looking at me? Hurry up, my hands are sore."

“……”It seems that the punishment is not enough.

He turned sideways to face her, and this time he didn't hold her wrist, but let her lift it up. He untied the gauze on her arm with both hands, but his movements were very gentle.

Soon, four bloody wounds of similar length appeared on the white and tender arm, which were particularly eye-catching.

Mo Xinglan frowned, his eyes flashing with coldness. His pale lips were pressed into a straight line. He picked up a piece of cotton with tweezers.

Chujiu thought he could just pour the powder on the wound and that would be it, but she didn't expect him to suddenly take out these things. She was so scared that she swallowed her saliva and her eyes widened.

I saw him holding a larger white porcelain bottle in his other hand and pouring some liquid into a small bowl, soaking the cotton, and coming over with tweezers holding the cotton.

Looking at the cotton that was soaked with some kind of water and was getting closer and closer to her arm, she took a cold breath and dared not move.

The moment the wet cotton fell on the wound, she felt a chill, and she closed her eyes and held her breath reflexively. However, the imagined severe pain did not come, only a slight pain, which she could still accept.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw cotton gently wiping the wound and the surrounding area, in circles.

She looked up at him again, but she didn't see any emotion on his face. But she always felt that he seemed angry. It was better for her not to say anything.

After wiping the wound several times, Mo Xinglan poured the powdered medicine on the wound. The powder stuck to the wound, and the medicine left over from cleaning the wound just now disappeared. It didn't disappear, but melted.

After applying the medicine, Mo Xinglan bandaged her wound with new gauze. After that, he ignored her arm and turned around to put away the medicine and utensils with his eyes downcast. He didn't say a word during the whole process.

Chujiu looked at her hands, then raised her eyes to look at him. The air pressure was a little low and she didn't dare to speak, or even make big movements. Her breathing was very light.

Mo Xinglan packed up his things, stood up with the help of the table, left his seat and walked towards the bed. During this time, he did not even look at Chujiu.

Seeing this, Chujiu quickly stood up and reached out to help him, but he didn't look like he was going to wait for her to help him.

The hand that had just been raised was a step too slow, so it only touched the edge of his clothes. It stopped in mid-air, neither going forward to support him nor putting him down.

I felt inexplicably empty and a little disappointed. Was he angry? Probably, right? But this was not like how he looked when he was angry before. When he was angry, he was always cold and gloomy. So why was he so expressionless now, as if nothing had happened?