Morning Star

Chapter 382: Not Just Like, It's Love

He had no choice but to give up, wiped the tears from her face, and whispered helplessly in her ear: "Jiu'er, can you be good?"

"Be good and drink the medicine, and I'll give you some candy."

He scooped a spoonful of medicine and tentatively placed it on her lips. She drank it obediently. But her brows were knitted together, and it seemed that she had a hard time swallowing it.

Finally, he finished feeding the medicine under Mo Xinglan's constant coaxing.

He took out a red candy that he had given her before and put it in her mouth.

After getting the candy as he wished, Chujiu finally relaxed his brows and calmed down again.

Mo Xinglan finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently put the person back on the bed.

Many people from the Chu family were injured this time. Although there were doctors in the Demon Palace, injuries like Chu Congnan's had to be treated personally by him.

He actually didn't want to heal the Chu family's injuries, but he would need them in the future, so he had to suppress his dissatisfaction.

As for Xiao Xiao, she also wanted him to treat her, because she was injured. Even if he didn't treat her now, Chujiu would ask him to do so when she woke up.

In that case, he should take the initiative. Then Jiuer will like him more when she wakes up.

Thinking of this, my reluctance was reduced a lot.

In addition to treating the wounded and saving people, the Chu family’s people and Manzani’s people came to the Demon Realm, and as the Demon Lord, he had a lot of things to deal with.

He was so busy taking care of Chujiu, treating the wounded and saving people, and handling affairs that he almost had no time to rest.

He didn't even have time to take care of the injuries on his body, and he had to rely entirely on his body's self-healing ability.

This year's New Year's Eve is destined to be extraordinary.

In the past few days, Xiang Tingqin, Chu Wenxuan, Chu Furong and others came to visit Chujiu several times, but were turned away by Mo Xinglan. They didn't even see Chujiu.

Chu Furong saw that Mo Xinglan was watching Chu Jiu so closely that even her family was not allowed to visit her. She lost control of her emotions and almost got into a fight with Mo Xinglan. Fortunately, she was stopped by Chu Wenxuan and Gao Yashan.

After several attempts of consolation, he pulled the person away reluctantly.

Chujiu finally woke up that day, but as soon as he woke up, Mo Xinglan picked him up and fed him medicine.

Smelling this strange bitter and sweet taste, she rejected it from the bottom of her heart. She always felt that she had drunk this stuff a lot these days.

She leaned against Mo Xinglan, pinched her nose and twisted her face in disgust: "Are you sure this is drinkable?"

When she was unconscious, she was not conscious and could not move her body, so she could not refuse. Now that she was awake, it was different. This strange smell made her experience the reality.

Mo Xinglan chuckled and said, "You've been drinking it at every meal these days. Do you think it's for humans?"

After that, he scooped a spoonful of medicine and handed it to her mouth: "Drink it quickly."

Chujiu covered his mouth and nose and shook his head repeatedly: "No."

There was resistance in his eyes and heart: "I think this thing caused me to be unconscious for so long."

"..." Mo Xinglan was speechless, "You are a doctor and I am a doctor?"

"But it tastes so weird." She shook her head.

"Then you should block your nose and not smell it."

"..."

That’s all there is to it.

So she pinched her nose with one hand and drank the medicine in the spoon into her mouth.

"Well……"

As soon as the medicine entered her mouth, her face froze and it flowed out from the corners of her mouth.

He stammered with his mouth stiff: "It's too hard to drink. It's not a question of whether I can smell it or not, wuu ...

"You have to drink it even if it tastes bad. It's your fault for having recurring high fevers these days." Mo Xinglan frowned and wiped the medicine stains off her mouth with his sleeve.

"..."

Chujiu stared at the dark medicine in the bowl with a pursed mouth. A strange smell wafted into his nose. Suddenly he realized something.

She said, why does this medicine taste both bitter and sweet? Isn't this sweetness the taste of his blood?

I turned my head to look at him and was stunned for a moment.

Only then did she realize that he was very pale, even paler than she, the injured soldier.

He lowered his eyes and took the bowl.

Mo Xinglan blinked in confusion, and then saw her holding the bowl and drinking the medicine in one gulp.

"Jiuer!" He quickly took the bowl, looked at the empty bowl in horror, and then looked at her.

I saw her covering her mouth with a dark face, and it took her a long time to recover.

Chujiu let out a long sigh, then leaned against him like a paralyzed person. She glanced at the shocked him, waved her hand, then leaned against him, with confusion in her eyes.

Speaking of injuries, why didn't she feel any pain at all?

Could it be that her injuries had healed during the days she was unconscious? But how is that possible? Her body doesn't have such a strong self-healing ability. Unless...

She looked up at him and saw that he was not only pale, but there were beads of sweat on his forehead.

Did he feed her his heart blood again? Otherwise, how could her injuries heal so quickly?

She wanted to ask, but she closed her mouth again as soon as she opened it.

He won't answer even if you ask him.

That's it.

Mo Xinglan put the bowl aside, lowered his eyes, raised his hand and gently tidied the hair on her face.

As soon as she finished combing her hair, Chujiu moved away from him and sat face to face with him under his puzzled gaze.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She didn't answer but instead dropped her eyes to his arm and reached out to grab his left hand.

“?!” Mo Xinglan was startled and his hands trembled slightly.

She lifted her sleeves and looked.

There was a cut on the snow-white forearm that was gradually healing.

She knew that since he came out of the Holy Lotus Demon Palace, his body's self-healing ability had become stronger than before. Looking at this wound, she could guess that he must have been scratched more than once. The reason why only one wound was visible was because the others had already healed.

There was no need for her help in bandaging the wound anymore.

But she lowered her head, holding the hand with both hands and was reluctant to let go.

Mo Xinglan leaned against the bedpost, pursed his lips, raised his other hand and gently stroked her head, saying softly: "It's okay. Look, it's almost healed."

It would have been fine if he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, a drop of warm water fell on his palm.

The hand that was stroking her head paused, and he felt a pain in his heart: "Jiu'er..."

"..."

Chujiu did not answer him, but buried her head lower and lower until her forehead rested on his palm, then slowly lay on his legs and burst into tears.

He paused slightly, lowered his brows, and gently stroked her head with his other hand, without saying anything else.

She was sad that he knew.

He had already heard from Mo Yujun about what happened that day.

With her personality, she will definitely blame herself.

It was because he arrived too late that day that she got hurt.

She was someone he had never seen before that day.

Whenever he thought of Mo Yujun and talked about the situation at that time, he was still frightened.

If she had been a step faster and protected Luoluo, would she have been the one to die?

Chujiu cried for a long time before his voice gradually subsided.

Mo Xinglan's lips moved and he said, "Jiu'er, I'm sorry. I came too late, I'm sorry..."

How can I make her feel less sad? How can I make her jump again like before?

He wanted her to jump around like a little rabbit, smile like a little sun, and have endless things to say like before.

Chujiu shook her head after hearing what he said, and slowly sat up. She looked at him, leaned into his arms, put her arms around his neck, buried her face in his neck, and said in a crying voice, "It's not Xingxing's fault. Xingxing is not wrong. It's my fault. I shouldn't have let Xiaoluo go to monitor Xu Lian. I was slow to react and didn't notice that Xiaoluo was missing. I'm not capable enough to save Xiaoluo. It's all my fault. I killed Xiaoluo. I killed her."

"Wow... Wow... What should I do, what should I do... She's dead... She will never come back... I will never see her again... I can't save her... Why can't I save her..."

Once again, someone important to her died in front of her. She thought she had finally stopped it this time and could finally protect them, but she overestimated herself and she was still as useless as before.

Mo Xinglan held her hand tightly, leaned his head against hers, and frowned: "Jiuer, she hopes you live well. She hopes you are well, and she doesn't want you to be so sad."

"Jiu'er, please don't be like this, okay? You still have me, don't you? I'm here, always here, and I can do whatever you want."

So forget her and stop thinking about her. She's dead.

Or is it true that the living are really no match for the dead?

"..."

Later, Chujiu stopped talking and just cried silently in his arms, and then she fell asleep.

Even so, she was still crying. Mo Xinglan sat on the bed and ignored all the complicated matters. He just held her in his arms, even when he slept.

He didn't sleep all night, but fortunately she finally calmed down and stopped crying in the second half of the night.

When Chujiu woke up the next day, Mo Xinglan was still holding her.

She cried for so long that her eyes were red and swollen, like a little rabbit that had been wronged.

Mo Xinglan felt very distressed and rubbed her eyes. He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, looking at her: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but it was particularly pleasant to hear, with an alluring charm.

Chujiu shook her head and hugged his waist, rubbing against his chest, and a soft voice sounded: "Xingxing hug me."

This voice made Mo Xinglan's heart melt into a pool of water, and he tightened his arms around her body: "I'm holding you."

"Ah."

After hugging for a while, Chujiu suddenly spoke again: "Stars."

"Ok?"

"Star."

"here I am."

"Star."

"Well, I'm here."

“I like stars.”

"Yeah, I like Jiuer too. I like her very much." Not just like, but love.

After hearing this, Chujiu nuzzled his chest again, and the arm around him tightened, and one leg was placed on his lap.

Fortunately, Mo Xinglan's injuries have basically healed, otherwise her hug would have caused the wound to split, and Chujiu would definitely cry again.

After a long time, Chujiu said sullenly: "Where is Little Green Radish now?"

Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment, his eyes dimmed, but he still answered her even though he was unwilling.

"The Chu family buried her in the Chu family mausoleum."

"Yeah, that's good." That's how it should be.

The two were silent for a while, and Chujiu said softly: "I want to... go see her."

Mo Xinglan frowned slightly, patted her on the back and said, "Wait a little longer, okay? Hua Ling is in danger now."

Now almost half of Hualing is under the control of Mo Hengsong, and danger is everywhere.

Chujiu also understood this, and after a moment of hesitation, he nodded: "Yes."