Morning Star

Chapter 111 I am not good looking now

This was the first time she had seen him like this. She glanced at the bloody teeth mark on his collarbone, and her heart tightened, and she regretted it a little.

But she still didn't dare to let go, for she was afraid that once she let go, he would become like he was just now.

He had countless chances to make mistakes, but she only had one, and this time she might die.

She organized her words in her mind and whispered to him, "Mo Xinglan, I am Chujiu. I won't hurt you."

"Wake up, will you?"

"Mo Xinglan...Xingxing, I said I believe in you, can you believe in me too?"

"Xingxing, please don't be like this, okay?"

"I don't know why you're so miserable, but I promise I'll cheer you up. How about I tell you a joke every day?"

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, I...I don't want to see you unhappy, I don't want to see you sad..."

As she spoke, she became sad for some reason, and through her tearful eyes a tear fell on his face.

As the tears fell, Mo Xinglan's eyes slowly focused and he looked at her without blinking.

Although she was always laughing and joking, she also cried often. But why was it that every time she cried, it was related to him? Why did he always make her cry?

Chujiu saw that he was finally looking at her and asked uncertainly, "You, you're awake?"

She paused and asked again: "Tell me, who am I? Hmm?"

"...The ninth day." He answered softly.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "You scared me to death."

"...I'm sorry." He was stunned and said guiltily.

Chujiu looked at him in disbelief, doubting whether this was the black-hearted monster she knew.

He actually apologized again, for the second time.

Neither of them spoke for a while, but Chujiu still kept pressing Mo Xinglan to the ground.

Mo Xinglan didn't react and just stared at her blankly. A hint of gardenia scent drifted into his nose.

When did she smell like gardenia? Why didn't she smell like it before? It suits her.

Then he tried to move his body, but found that he couldn't move. He looked at the current situation and realized what was going on.

Chujiu followed his gaze and finally realized what was happening. She felt guilty and hurriedly released his hands while lifting her knees that were against his abdomen.

Suddenly, he fell on him without paying attention, and his head hit his chest.

"Hiss!" She took a breath of cold air in pain.

"..."Mo Xinglan frowned in pain.

She must have a head made of iron.

He said impatiently, "Go down."

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Chujiu quickly climbed up from him and sat down beside him.

I smiled at him sheepishly.

Mo Xinglan glanced at her and tried to sit up by supporting himself on the ground. However, as soon as his hands touched the ground, he felt a pain in his wrists. He lay down again and raised his hands to look at them, only to find a circle of red marks on both wrists, which were obviously caused by being pinched.

He raised his hand and looked at Chujiu beside him with a questioning look in his eyes.

Chujiu coughed lightly after seeing him, and smiled at him embarrassedly again.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

He then continued to sit up, but he felt pain in his abdomen and head again.

After sitting up, he covered his abdomen with one hand and his forehead with the other, and looked at Chujiu with resentment.

Chujiu received his gaze, smiled again and then lowered his head guiltily.

Mo Xinglan took a deep breath and didn't bother with her. He raised his hand and touched his painful collarbone.

This touch wiped off his hand with blood. He held up the blood in his hand and looked at Chujiu again, with even more resentment in his eyes.

Chujiu happened to look at him, and when he saw the blood on his hands, he shuddered, then slowly turned his face away and looked at the sky and the earth.

Mo Xinglan took a deep breath for a while before exhaling.

He seriously suspected that she had some personal grudge against him, otherwise why would he feel so uncomfortable?

But when he thought about how he looked just now, he realized that she must have been scared, and the resentment in his heart dissipated.

Then he remembered something, looked at Chujiu who was still turning her head away guiltily, and reached out to turn her face over.

Chujiu saw a hand reaching out from the corner of her eye. She thought he was going to strangle her again, so she reflexively dodged and looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"..." His body stiffened, and he was stunned for a few breaths before putting down his hand.

That's right, she is so timid, she will definitely be scared when she sees him like this.

Thinking of this, he moved his body and turned his head away, trying not to let her continue to see him like this.

Only then did he ask, "How are your injuries?"

After hearing his translation, Chujiu finally remembered that he was injured and felt the pain.

She lowered her head to check: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep and the bleeding has stopped."

In fact, she was mainly lacking in spiritual energy before, and she has recovered a lot after a night's rest.

She looked up at him and suddenly frowned: "Why aren't you looking at me when you talk? Why are you turning your head away?"

Mo Xinglan was silent for a while, then clenched his fists and replied: "...I don't look good now."

Chujiu was stunned for a moment, blinked a few times and understood, then said seriously: "If you are not good-looking, then who is good-looking? Besides, you look pretty good now, really."

He paused and said softly, "Not scary at all."

She knew what he was thinking.

It’s hard to imagine that such a black-hearted evildoer would have moments like this.

Mo Xinglan still didn't turn around, but asked: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

She hesitated for a moment and answered honestly: "Actually, I'm not afraid if you don't want to kill me."

So did he know now? She was scared because he wanted to kill her.

He stared at one place in a daze for a while before turning his head to look at her.

Chujiu came close to him, held his face with both hands and rubbed it, and said with a smile: "I think you look a bit like a small animal I have seen."

"What?" He frowned, somewhat unwilling to be called a little animal by her.

She smiled mysteriously: "Look at your blood-red eyes, the red corners of your eyes, and your fair and tender skin. You look like a little white rabbit with eye shadow on. How cute."

“?!” Mo Xinglan was stunned and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He stared at her and pried open her hands that were holding his face with an unhappy look: "Do you think your life is too long?"

How dare you compare him to a rabbit? I don't know who is more like a rabbit.

"Hey hey hey! No, no, Mr. Mo, please be magnanimous and don't bother with a little girl like me." Chujiu immediately stepped back, raised her two little hands and shook them vigorously.

"Hmph!" He snorted and ignored her.

Chujiu chuckled twice. She remembered that she hadn't given him something yet, so she fumbled in her storage ring for a while and took out the cold spirit flower that she had fought with a bear for. She held it in both hands and handed it to him like offering a treasure: "This is for you."

Mo Xinglan looked down at the elixir in front of him, paused, and reached out to take it, but did not put it away. Instead, he looked at the Frost Spirit Ghost Flower in his hand and said, "Is this why you fought with those two women?"