Morning Star

Chapter 138: A person's experience really changes that person's personality

She was afraid of touching the wound on his back and hurting him, so she would almost stick to his shoulder every time.

She was a girl after all, and a novice who had never been in a relationship. How could she bear to be so close to him when he was almost shirtless?

And because of the wounds on his body, the sweet fragrance that usually requires getting close to smell can now be easily smelled without getting too close.

The shyness of a little girl suddenly came up, and her little face turned red and hot.

And there are many more gauze wrapped around his body like this!

However, she didn't know that Mo Xinglan was in the same mood at this moment.

If he hadn't been pale at this moment, there wouldn't have been two faint blushes on his face, but it would have been the same as on the ninth day of the first lunar month.

Feeling the heat from Chujiu's face and hands, his whole body froze there motionless, his eyes dodged a few times, and he didn't dare to look at her at all.

He kind of regretted asking her to help him remove the gauze, but he also felt that this was a good thing.

What a strange feeling.

Thinking of this, he quietly lowered his eyes and looked at her slightly buried head.

A thin layer of bangs covers half of the beautiful eyebrows.

The long and thick eyelashes curled upwards mischievously, covering the eyes beneath the eyelashes.

The small and delicate nose is like a jade tube, making people always want to touch the upturned tip of the nose.

The two lips are as soft and tender as cherries.

The cheeks and little ears are red, so cute.

As he watched, he no longer felt the pain in his body.

He rarely raised the corners of his mouth, and even he himself didn't realize how gentle his eyes were at that moment.

However, Chujiu didn't dare to look him in the eye at this moment. She felt her heart was about to jump out and her hands began to tremble.

Just as she stretched her hands from both sides of his body to his back, her lower body became unstable and her upper body leaned forward, directly hitting his chest.

Mo Xinglan was knocked backwards and reflexively supported himself on the bed with his hands.

The sharp pain brought him back from his thoughts and he frowned at her.

Fortunately he kept his balance, otherwise if he fell down, with her weight, the wound between his chest and abdomen would have split open.

Chujiu quickly sat down, hurriedly helped him sit down, and looked at him worriedly: "How are you? Did I hit your wound?"

Now she had completely lost her nervousness and shyness.

"...No." He looked at her and simply replied with a word.

After a pause, he continued, "Come sit on the bed."

She was stunned, not understanding what he meant: "Why?"

He asked, "Aren't you tired sitting twisted like this?"

After he said that, Chujiu seemed to really feel tired. So she climbed onto the bed without hesitation and sat opposite him. She continued to peel off the gauze for him.

After a while, the gauze wrapped around his chest, abdomen and one shoulder was removed, revealing a bright red, hideous wound.

There was a cut on his heart, which was caused by the dagger he used to draw blood from his heart. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary wound and it has almost healed now.

The medicine Ji Fansong used to treat his wound was a spiritual ointment made from high-quality spiritual medicine. Unlike ordinary ointments, after applying the spiritual ointment on the wound, the wound absorbed the spiritual ointment, which was conducive to wound healing.

Therefore, when applying the medicine again, since the wound has already absorbed the ointment completely and there is no residue left, there is no need to wash it, just apply the medicine directly.

This will also reduce the pain of cleaning the wound. However, it will still hurt when applying the medicine to the wound.

She held the vessel of spiritual ointment in her left hand, and scraped some of the ointment with the smear in her right hand. She looked up at him a little timidly, and pushed the ointment in front of him: "How about...you apply the ointment yourself?"

Although she had also applied medicine to Luoluo, this was different. Luoluo's injury was a minor one, and although it hurt, it was nothing compared to his.

"What are you afraid of?" He did not take the elixir ointment, but looked at her and asked.

"I... I don't know how to control my strength, it will, it will hurt..." she stammered.

"I'm the one who's in pain, not you, why are you panicking?" He wasn't panicking at all, but she was the first one to panic.

Chujiu pursed his lips: "I..."

Mo Xinglan interrupted: "I have a wound on my hand, why do I apply the medicine myself?"

Besides, I have an injury on my back and can’t go up.

She had no choice but to take a deep breath, as if she was going to a battlefield, and looked at him and reminded him: "Then bear with it, I will try to be gentle."

Why do I feel like this statement is weird?

So she began to apply the miraculous ointment to his wounds, applying it very carefully and cautiously.

From time to time, I would look up to observe his expression, but I found that he didn't even frown.

Doesn't he feel pain?

Suddenly she thought of Chushi. If it was her brother Chushi, he would have cried out in pain.

He is a few months younger than Xiao Shi, but he doesn't have the same sunshine and vitality as Xiao Shi. When Xiao Shi is with his brothers or at home, he sometimes goes crazy like a psychopath. He laughs and fights all day long, as if he hasn't grown up, and is often careless.

Although the black-hearted evildoer looked only seventeen years old, he looked mature and experienced all kinds of things in the world. She could count the number of times she saw him smile happily on one hand.

Not to mention making him laugh like an idiot like Xiao Shi did.

What a person experiences really changes that person's character.

If his black-hearted and evil parents were still alive, he probably wouldn't have the personality he has now.

"what happened?"

He wondered as he saw her frowning from time to time, laughing, looking disgusted, and sad at times.

When asked, Chujiu looked up at him and continued to apply the medicine.

He smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you that I have a younger brother?"

Mo Xinglan: “…”

What's the point of telling him this?

By the way, she said before that it was a good thing that he was not her brother.

He felt a little unhappy when he thought of this.

She continued, "He is a few months older than you. Um...his birthday is on the tenth of next month."

"..." His eyes turned slightly cold and he turned his face away in annoyance.

Even her brother is older than him, which makes her upset no matter how she thinks about it.

Chujiu was applying the ointment seriously, not knowing his expression at the moment, let alone what he was thinking.

He smiled and said, "Although my brother is about the same age as you, he is not as capable as you. He just plays all day long, loves to be lazy, and often laughs like a psychopath."

Then she looked up at him and said, "You are completely different from him. He is free and easy, sunny and lively, and you..."

She paused and looked at him as if trying to figure out how to describe him.

Mo Xinglan turned around and looked at her, waiting for her words.

He wanted to know what he was like in her heart.

After thinking for a while, he lowered his eyes and smiled at himself.

It must not be a good thing. Didn't he almost kill her before? She was always afraid of him because of this.

At this moment, she said seriously: "I have rarely seen you smile happily. I can easily count the number on one hand. In fact, when you smile..."

Forget it, she had no right to care whether he smiled or not. Even if she saw him smile, it was definitely not sincere.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her and asked in confusion, "Why don't you say anything?"