Morning Star

Chapter 137 Can you close your eyes and pretend to be asleep?

"So, do you have a lot of clothes? Where did you get so many spirit stones?"

She remembered that the Mo family didn't care about his food, clothing, housing and transportation, so he had no source of income since he was a child. How could he develop such a wasteful habit when he was so poor?

Thinking of this, she looked at him as if he were a spendthrift.

Mo Xinglan was displeased by her look and said angrily, "I am an alchemist after all. Do you think I would be short of spirit stones?"

He could sell any of his pills for a high amount of spirit stones.

Chujiu suddenly realized: "So, when you don't have spiritual stones, you sell medicine?"

“……” He frowned slightly.

Why does it sound so... strange coming from her mouth? What's the time when he has no spirit stones? He can also sell medicine if he has spirit stones...

He was too lazy to pay attention to her, but seeing her eager-to-learn look...never mind, he was kind enough to talk to her and let her broaden her horizons.

So he began to explain to her: "Sometimes I would refine some elixirs to improve my alchemy skills, or if I couldn't use them but others could, I would disguise myself and go to the auction house to sell the elixirs."

"Oh, I see." She suddenly understood. "So, can I understand that you are using others to test the drug for you?"

Then the man was sold and helped him count the money.

He was stunned for a moment and smiled: "You can say that if you want."

“……”It’s worthy of him.

After a moment of silence, she turned around, picked up the bowl and basin, and looked at him: "I'll put the medicine bowl back and get some hot water."

This time Mo Xinglan did not stop her and nodded slightly in agreement.

Seeing that he agreed to her so easily, she was stunned: "I'll be back soon."

After that, he walked out the door.

Since there was no need to run this time, it took nearly a quarter of an hour to get back to Mo Xinglan's guest room.

When I came back, the person lying on the bed had his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

She wrung the water out of the towel, folded it, and walked quietly to the bedside.

Gently wipe his face as usual.

After wiping twice, the sleepy man suddenly opened his eyes, with strong vigilance and coldness flashing in his eyes.

When he saw it was Chujiu, he was stunned for a moment before he put away the vigilance and coldness in his eyes and stared at her blankly.

Chujiu was startled by his sudden opening of his eyes. She paused for a moment before continuing to wipe his face as if nothing had happened.

It was fine when she wiped his neck, but as she wiped lower, and under his fixed gaze, her face gradually turned red.

The movements of his hands became slower and slower, and he began to tremble.

She asked herself countless times in her heart: What's going on? She used to wipe his body like this every day, why is she so nervous today?

Chujiu, calm down, Chujiu, don't be nervous, it's the same as before.

Ah!

Why did the evil devil keep staring at her? Could she just close her eyes and pretend to be asleep?

When I was screaming like crazy in my head, I suddenly heard Mo Xinglan's hesitant voice in my ears: "Do you... do these... every day?"

She paused for a moment, blushed, nodded, and answered honestly, "Yeah."

Then he puffed up his cheeks and stammered, "Who, who makes me kind and good? If I don't help you, do you think there is anyone else who is willing to help you?"

As she spoke, she buried her face and wiped it carefully.

"..."

Just after Chujiu lowered his head, two blushes appeared on Mo Xinglan's pale face.

If his ears weren't covered by his hair, I would probably still be able to see his red ears.

After a quarter of an hour, I finally finished wiping his body.

"You have a good rest. I...I'm going back to my room."

After saying that, without waiting for his reply, she picked up the basin of water on the table and walked towards the door.

I had just taken two steps when I heard him ask, "Where is your room?"

He didn't know how he asked the question, he just asked it while thinking about it.

Chujiu paused, turned his back to him, lowered his head and said, "Yes, next door."

She has been staying by Mo Xinglan's side since she woke up, even sleeping in his room.

But she would not tell Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan didn't say anything else, but stared at her without blinking.

Chujiu seemed to feel his gaze, and stammered in a panic, "I, I'm going back to my room. You, you should go to bed early and have a rest."

Without waiting for his answer, she quickly opened the door, walked out, and closed it again.

He stood outside the door, let out a long sigh, and paused for a long time before leaving.

At night, she rolled over in bed and said to herself happily, "Finally, I don't have to sleep on the floor anymore. The bed is so soft."

After rolling around for several times, he finally fell asleep.

She just wakes up from time to time.

This habit was developed during the past few days of taking care of Mo Xinglan. Every time I wake up, I will look up to see how he is doing.

This was a sudden change of location. Although sleeping on the bed was better than sleeping on the floor, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

I woke up three times throughout the night, and three times I thought about whether I should go see Mo Xinglan, but gave up in the end.

Mainly because it was a bit cold at night, she didn't want to move. Then she woke up again, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

Now that he's awake, nothing should happen to him anymore, right?

He turned over and lay on his side.

Now that he is awake, he can feel the pain from the wounds on his body. He is covered in wounds and must be in pain. How is he going to sleep tonight?

Do you want to go see him?

But even if she went to see him, it would not be able to alleviate his pain, but would only cause more trouble. Why not not go?

So she fell asleep again, struggling over whether to go or not.

On the morning of the second day, at about four quarters past nine, Chujiu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed as if he had been resurrected from the dead.

She seemed, seemed, probably, maybe, she overslept!

She quickly washed up, put on her clothes, tidied her hair, rushed out of the room and came to the door of Mo Xinglan's room.

I found that he had not closed the door, so I pushed it open as usual and then closed it again.

Turning around and looking up, she was stunned.

The scene before my eyes always seems to be very likely to lead to crime.

Mo Xinglan was wearing a white robe with a belt tied around his waist to hold the clothes together, showing off his slender waist.

The upper body was half-dressed and half-undressed, hanging on the wrist.

A few strands of black hair fell on his shoulders, a few strands accidentally slipped onto his chest, and most of them fell on his back and scattered on the bed.

The hem of the dress only covers half of the legs.

His limbs and waist were wrapped in white gauze, which was soaked with blood.

At this moment, he was slowly peeling off the gauze wrapped around his chest and abdomen. Cold sweat was coming out of his forehead and he looked very tired.

"What are you doing standing there? Come and help me." He stopped what he was doing and looked sideways at her.

He had a hard time opening the door. He thought she would come directly over after she came in, but she was standing stupidly by the door looking at him.

"Oh, okay." Chujiu finally reacted and came to the bed.

She took the half-peeled gauze from his hand and slowly peeled it off with her head down.

Since the gauze was wrapped around his body, every time it was peeled off, both hands had to go around from both sides of his body to his back. This posture looked like hugging him no matter how you looked at it.

Every time they peeled off the gauze at the back, the two would get very close and could smell each other's scent very clearly.