Morning Star

Chapter 268 Stars, I like...

So she took a deep breath, calmed herself down, moved her legs, and turned her back to him.

She brought the hair that was hanging on her back to the front, and with both hands she grabbed the front of her shirt and let the collar slide down her back.

Then he untied the thin straps of the small bellyband on his back and the knot of gauze in front of his body, and slowly loosened the gauze wrapped around his body bit by bit.

After the gauze was completely loosened, she pulled her clothes in front of her. At this time, her face was no longer proud, but flushed with shyness.

When it really comes to this, she will still be shy.

After waiting for a while and not noticing any movement from the person behind her, she opened her lips and whispered, "Xingxing."

Mo Xinglan's eyelashes trembled when he heard the voice, and he slowly turned his head to the side.

When I noticed at first glance that her back was facing away from me, the tension eased a little.

He swallowed before looking up at her.

In an instant, the look in his eyes changed from shyness to horror, and finally was completely covered by heartache.

He frowned, and the shy blush on his face instantly faded, replaced by a paler complexion than before.

There was a bloody wound on the tender and white back of the girl in front of me.

The wound was six feet long, running diagonally from the left side of the back to the right side. Some bones could be vaguely seen.

The gauze that had fallen off was stained with blood red.

His eyes were full of heartache, and he gently stroked the hideous wound with trembling hands, moving slowly down along the wound.

His pale lips trembled again and again, and after a while he uttered a hoarse and trembling voice: "Does it hurt?"

She must be in a lot of pain.

But why did she act so calm at that time? Why didn't she cry out in pain after he woke up? Why didn't he notice it?

If he hadn't said today that he wanted to see the injuries on her body, would he never have discovered it?

Chujiu, who was standing in front with his eyes downcast, had a calm expression on his face. He opened his mouth and was about to say that it didn't hurt, but hesitated.

After thinking for a while, I answered honestly: "At first, my back was numb and I didn't feel anything. It was only when I woke up that I started to feel pain. Then I got used to the pain. So it doesn't hurt much now."

After hearing Chujiu's answer, Mo Xinglan felt heartbroken.

He let the Ivy Witch die too easily, daring to hurt her like this.

She couldn't even see the wound on her back, and it was very simple to treat. Until now, she had been relying on her body's self-healing ability to hold on.

"Do you know about the injury on your back?" He asked this question after a while.

When I asked the question, I already had the answer in my mind when I looked at the wound in front of me.

Sure enough, she shook her head, and then she asked, "Is it serious?"

"Yeah. Very serious." It was so deep that you could see the bone. How could it not be serious?

Chujiu was not too shocked, but nodded and continued chatting, "I mean, the wounds on other places are gradually getting better and scabbing, but this one is always bleeding."

"..." His brows furrowed even tighter.

How could she still talk to him as if he were chatting with her?

"How serious is it?" she asked again.

She was quite curious because his voice was trembling when he spoke just now.

How serious could the injury be that would make his voice tremble when he spoke?

Mo Xinglan closed his eyes, took the medicine box beside him, and skillfully opened the bottles and jars one by one.

Chujiu heard the sound of him picking up the bottles and cans, and still thinking about the question just now, he asked again: "Xingxing, how serious is my back injury?"

Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes and remained silent without answering.

Take out some pills from several medicine bottles, put them into the medicine mortar and crush them.

"Stars?" Chujiu shouted in confusion.

Mo Xinglan looked at the wound on her back, frowned and whispered, "It's very serious."

"I listen to your words as if they were mine." She pouted, dissatisfied with his answer.

He sighed, "The flesh is torn apart, and the bones are visible. The wounds are worse than mine."

He picked up another bottle of medicine and poured it in, then continued pounding.

Chujiu chuckled twice: "If you hadn't added that last sentence, I would have believed it. Did you deliberately make my back injury sound so serious?"

After he said that, she felt that it wasn't that serious.

No matter how serious the wound on her back was, it was only a superficial injury. How could it be compared with the wound on his body?

The wounds on his body were so deep that you could see the bones, right? They went all the way through.

It turned out that he was just making a fuss, and she thought it was something serious.

Mo Xinglan paused in pounding the medicine and said nothing more.

What he didn't know at this moment was that while he was feeling so sorry for her, the girl in front of him was thinking about how to arouse his heart.

When he took out another spiritual medicine and put it into the medicine pounding pot, the girl's soft voice rang out: "Star."

"Hmm?" He didn't stop moving.

She smiled gently, "Xingxing, I like our life now, where the two of us are not disturbed by the disputes of the world. It's peaceful and quiet, and the years are good."

Hearing her sudden words, he paused, lowered his eyes and said, "Yeah, I like it too."

He was greedy for this kind of life, but the hatred in his heart prevented him from maintaining this greed.

The girl's voice continued to sound, with a bit of shyness and happiness: "Xingxing, I like looking at you, talking to you, and walking beside you."

"!" His expression froze again.

He thought she just said that, but he didn't know she had more to say.

His action of pounding the medicine paused because of her confession, and he listened blankly with his eyes lowered.

My heart feels warm.

"I like the way you smile at me, the way you look at me with doting eyes, the way you wipe my tears when I cry, your occasional shyness, your jealousy because of me, your helplessness; I like the way you touch my head, the way you hug me, and the sweet smell on your body."

After coming back to his senses, he slowly continued to pound the medicine, but listened to her carefully and remembered every word she said.

When the medicine was almost finished, he stopped pounding the medicine while she was talking, raised his left arm, rolled up his sleeve, and cut a cut on his wrist with the spiritual blade.

The bright red blood rushed out and fell into the mortar.

If possible, he would like to feed her a blood bead made from his own heart blood.

But in his current condition, if he lost the heart blood, he would probably faint directly, and there would not even be time to treat her.

When he saw that the amount of blood in the medicine pounding pot was almost gone, he used his spiritual energy to stop the bleeding. He raised his eyes and glanced at her secretly. Seeing that she didn't notice, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pulled down his sleeve to cover his wrist, and continued to pound.

At this time, Chujiu had already finished his confession.

Mo Xinglan's initial shyness gradually subsided after hearing so many of her confessions.

He had a happier smile than ever before on his face, but he was helpless as he whispered, "Idiot."

Can't you see? There's no need to prove anything to him anymore.

He had believed her words the moment he took her into his arms last night.

Chujiu, who had made a long confession and was only called "idiot" in return, had a lot of question marks in his head.