Morning Star

Chapter 147 Honey

Chujiu's heart trembled, and his sense of guilt became even stronger.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and said, "You know I'm timid, but you still do this. How can I not be afraid? Have you forgotten that you did this last time..."

At this point, she took a deep breath and didn't tell him about how he almost killed her. Instead, she said, "I was scared and cried. I have a psychological trauma."

She thought it would be better to make it clear so that he wouldn't have any wild thoughts.

Mo Xinglan was stunned. He thought of many possible answers she might give. Some would admit it, some would deny it, but none of them were what she actually answered.

But even though she had admitted it, he didn't feel that sad at the moment.

His eyes sparkled and he looked at her seriously: "I'm sorry, I won't scare you. I just want to help you sort out the hair that's on your face."

The ninth day was awkward.

But why is it different from what she thought?

She thought that Mo Xinglan would either fly into a rage or stare at her gloomily with a cold face without saying a word. But he actually apologized to her. This comparison made her feel that she was judging others by her own standards.

She coughed lightly and said hesitantly, "Uh...it's nothing actually. By the way, just now I...I...I'm sorry. I was just thinking...I didn't mean it...it wasn't my intention...haha...just think of me as having a mental breakdown."

Why does it feel like the more I talk about it, the more I mean it?

"..." Mo Xinglan didn't feel any better after hearing her explanation, but felt even more depressed.

She drooped her eyelashes and curled the corners of her lips in self-mockery. After a long while, she said, "You are not wrong. You don't need to apologize."

Just as she said, she was timid, especially afraid of him, and she just said those words reflexively.

"I..." She was speechless for a moment, and after thinking for a while, she decided to end the topic. "You, you just said you would help me with my hair. It's not comfortable to have hair on my face. You, you can help me with it."

"..." He was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes and slowly reached out his hand. His fingertips carefully helped her to tuck the hair that brushed against her face behind her ears. After withdrawing his hand, he lowered his eyes in silence.

Chujiu's heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

After a while, she looked at her immobile body, then at the closed door. She had not forgotten what she wanted to do before.

He asked tentatively: "In that case, can you let me go?"

Unexpectedly, his depressed expression just now turned cold again after hearing her words. He turned faster than turning the pages of a book. Even his voice was chilling.

"Let you go, and then go find that Ji guy?"

Chujiu looked slightly stunned, but did not object. After thinking for a while, he decided to persuade her patiently: "She has a name. And Brother Ji helped us after all, right? Although your medical skills are better than his, you are too seriously injured now. The only thing you need to do is to recuperate. What do you think?"

She has made it so clear, I hope it helps.

However, hope is one thing and reality is another.

He changed his cold expression and sneered at her. His pale lips slightly opened, and he started coughing before he could finish his words.

"You..." Chujiu's heart tightened when he saw this, but he couldn't move and could only stare anxiously.

He covered his lips with one hand and the wound with the other. His face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was coughing painfully.

After a moment the coughing stopped and he dropped his hand from his mouth.

His pale lips were stained with blood. He wiped the blood off with the tip of his thumb. Looking at the blood on his thumb, he said sarcastically, "Do you think I'm too badly injured to do anything?"

He raised his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Do you think I am a waste now?"

Chujiu was slightly stunned, not understanding his train of thought. She clearly just wanted him to have a good rest and recover from his injuries, so why did he mean this? What was wrong with his brain?

"That's not what I meant. I just want you to take good care of your injuries and focus on them. Don't think too much about it." She patiently explained to him again.

He sighed and continued, "So, can you let me go?"

No matter what, I have to calm him down first, and then find a chance to secretly go find Brother Ji.

He looked at her for a long while before saying, "Do you really want to find him?"

After hearing this, she dodged his gaze for a moment, thought for a moment and looked at him seriously: "I just want to tell him about your physical condition, nothing else."

But Mo Xinglan refused to give in. His face was as cold as ice and a hint of anger was revealed. His beautiful eyes seemed to glow with a faint red light. "Before it was Zhuohua, and now it's Ji Fansong. Whenever you encounter something, you always think of them. In your eyes, am I so inferior to them?"

Chujiu frowned, feeling very tired. He couldn't understand his train of thought at all.

It seemed that since she met Mo Xinglan and spent so much time with him, her temper had been smoothed out, and her previous bad temper had become much better. If it were her old self, she would have beaten him to a pulp.

But she couldn't do that. Not to mention that her life was still in his hands, just the fact that he was injured made her unable to lose her temper.

Sigh...I'm so tired.

She sighed and said, "I don't think so. I just analyzed the current situation and came to this conclusion. Can you please stop thinking about it?"

However, he remained indifferent and did not intend to let her go. This time, he simply did not even bother to talk to her and turned his face away.

Seeing that he really didn't intend to say another word to her, she was at her wit's end.

Okay, let’s just wait and see who can survive.

So she closed her eyes, too lazy to look at him or say another word.

The two of them just kept silent, one with his head down and the other with his eyes closed. Instantly the room fell silent.

After a long time, Mo Xinglan couldn't help but look at her first, and saw that she had her head down and her eyes closed. He opened his lips and then closed them.

He lowered his eyes dejectedly, and saw the blood on his palm. Suddenly he remembered something. He took out a palm-sized sandalwood box from his storage ring and opened the lid.

It is filled with orange transparent candies the size of your index finger.

The slender white fingers picked up one and placed it to the girl's lips.

He said somewhat helplessly: "Honey, sweet."

"..." Chujiu then slowly opened his eyes and stared at him resentfully, but did not open his mouth to eat the candy on his lips.

After staring at him for a while, she was a little surprised to see a look of grievance on his face. She wanted to keep the stalemate going for a while, but she couldn't stand the way he acted as if she had bullied him, so she had to let out a sigh and took the candy into her mouth.

The honey melted in your mouth, and it was really sweet, just as he said.

But this sweetness had the taste of his blood and honey. As for what other tastes it had, she had never tasted them before, so she didn't know.