Morning Star

Chapter 188 Afraid that he would misunderstand

Her face immediately turned red, and she dared not move at all. Her mind was quickly searching for the memories of last night.

But after thinking about it for a long time, all I can remember are some scattered fragments of memory.

She remembered that Mo Xinglan sent her back to her room, and she insisted that he carry her back. After that, she seemed to run to Mo Xinglan's room by herself, but she seemed to be taking a shower again. She couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

So did she come and sleep with him on her own?

She didn't do anything excessive to him, did she?

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and looked at his clothes.

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw this, and she almost passed out.

Subconsciously tightening the collar.

Why is she wearing a nightgown? Who changed her clothes? Where are her original clothes?

She carefully looked at her collar and found that it was covered tightly and nothing could be seen. She breathed a sigh of relief. So who changed her clothes? Could it be him?

She raised her hand gently and furtively lifted the quilt, looking up at his collar.

What caught my eye was his white neck, distinct collarbone and symmetrical midline, as well as some bandages wrapped around his chest and abdomen.

Judging from the position of the bandage, it doesn't look like she put it on him yesterday morning. He must have put it on himself last night.

No, this is too frequent. Unless the wound on his body has split.

She suddenly remembered that she had caused him to tear his wound several times last night.

He held her all the way, it would be strange if the wound didn't split open.

She felt a little worried when she thought about it.

He seemed to have fallen asleep again and stopped touching her head.

Normally he would have woken up long ago, why would he wake up until almost lunch time, and fall asleep again after saying only a few words.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she didn't move for fear of waking him up, but just looked at him quietly.

As I looked at him, I couldn't help but admire his face.

Normally, his long eyebrows were like swords with a hint of coldness, sharp and perceptive, and full of thorns. However, at this moment, the coldness and thorns were completely gone, leaving only gentleness.

The ends of her eyebrows were thin and pointed, drooping slightly, and were vaguely hidden by the hair on both sides of her face. Her long eyelashes were slightly curled up, like the wings of a butterfly resting on her eyes. The ends of her eyes were slightly raised, with a touch of red, like a light eye makeup, adding a touch of charm.

Thinking of something, she stared at the faint red at the corners of his eyes.

She remembered that the corners of his eyes were not like this before, and there was no light red. Why is there now? When was it added?

Thinking of the bloodshot eyes at the corners of his eyes when he was in the Demon Forest, I felt a little worried.

If this continues, will he become out of control like he was in the Demon Forest? If that really happens, his half-demon identity will be exposed. What will he do then?

The more I thought about it, the more worried I became, completely forgetting that he was sleeping. I raised my hand and gently wiped the corners of his eyes, wondering if I could wipe it off.

The person who was sleeping was awakened by her, frowned, slowly opened his eyes and looked at her dazedly: "What are you doing?"

Why did she poke his eyes for no reason?

Seeing that she had woken him up, she quickly withdrew her hand with a guilty conscience: "No, I didn't do anything."

She was so stupid. It wasn't painted on, so how could it be wiped off?

It was almost time for lunch, and since she hadn't eaten in the morning, she couldn't not eat lunch either. So she pulled away his arms and tried to get up: "You continue to sleep, I'm going to get up."

But just when he raised his hand a little distance, he stretched forward and hugged her again. Hugging her was not enough, he leaned forward a little and put her head in his arms.

A strand of hair that was originally on his shoulder slid down his shoulder to the front of his body and landed on Chujiu's head.

Chujiu patted his arm gently: "I'm going to get up, you, you let go."

"Sleepy." He muttered, closing his eyes.

It was that lazy voice again, and her heart started beating again. In order not to be discovered, she took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then she let out a breath: "If you are sleepy, just go to sleep. Why are you holding me? I am not sleepy anymore."

She reached out and pushed him randomly: "Let go quickly."

"Don't push, it hurts." He frowned slightly.

Hearing him cry out in pain, she quickly withdrew her hand and stopped pushing, and even tried not to touch his body with her hands, so as to avoid accidentally touching his wound again.

He is covered with wounds now and cannot be touched.

After a pause, she poked her head out of his arms and looked up at him: "Then let me go."

He took a long breath, was silent for a moment, slowly opened his eyes and looked at her, and said with a smile: "You were the one who made a fuss last night and wanted me to hold you. You tormented me all night. Why, now that you wake up, you want to leave? What do you think of me? Huh?"

real or fake?

But when she thought of Xiao Xiao's description of how crazy he was when he was drunk, she began to believe it a little.

Feeling awkward, he thought for a while, then cleared his throat and said, "I drank too much last night. My mind was not clear."

Since I couldn't remember what I did last night, I was afraid that I might have said or done something to make him angry or to treat him badly, so I decided to go all out and distance myself from it.

So she looked at him seriously and said, "Well, if I said something or did something last night, don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously. It's all nonsense I said when my mind was not clear. I would never do those things or say those words under normal circumstances. Really, you have to believe me."

After a pause, he felt something was wrong and added, "If I did anything to hurt you last night, or said anything to make you angry, I apologize. Even though that was not the real me, I still apologize."

She spoke seriously, explaining and apologizing, fearing that he might misunderstand her.

"..."

After listening to her explanation, he closed his eyes and loosened his arms around her.

Did she forget? Did she really forget what she said last night? Was her words about liking him just drunken nonsense?

When Chujiu saw that he finally let go of her, she quickly got up, fearing that he would regret it.

Using her hands and feet, she stepped over his body and crawled towards the bed.

However, before she could completely cross over, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned around and grabbed her.

"Um?!"

He pulled her suddenly and she lost her balance and fell on him.

Just as she was about to fall on top of him, she quickly supported herself on the bed with her elbows on either side of his shoulders.

Her long dark brown hair fell from her shoulders onto the bed.

In a flash, the two were very close to each other, and when their eyes met, she breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

Phew, luckily I didn’t press him.

"What are you doing? Don't you know this is dangerous? What if I crush you?" she said in an unhappy tone.

Planning to stand up and leave.

However, before she could do anything, a pair of white and slender hands held her face, making her dare not move and could only look at him in confusion.

There was endless tenderness in his eyes. He said softly, "Chujiu, I like you."

"..." She stared at him with a stagnant breath and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.