Morning Star

As she spoke, she suddenly realized something was wrong: "Hey, no, this is my home. I can be wherever I want. Why should I tell you?"

Mo Xinglan sneered, looked at the arm she was holding, raised his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Let go."

Chujiu didn't let go, but asked: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"..."

Seeing that Chujiu was unwilling to let go and asked him again, Mo Xinglan was in no mood to answer her. He walked forward.

Chujiu followed Mo Xinglan.

"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell me." Chujiu asked while supporting Mo Xinglan.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

Not getting an answer, Chujiu had to check on his own.

He reached out and touched Mo Xinglan's hand.

Ice cold.

He put his hand into Mo Xinglan's sleeve and touched upwards. It was still ice cold.

This action of hers inadvertently touched the wound on Mo Xinglan's wrist, causing his hand to tremble subconsciously.

Chujiu noticed it keenly. She raised her hand and tried to pull his sleeve up her arm, but he grabbed her hand.

"Chujiu, we're not that close yet, are we?" he said, looking at her.

She had no choice but to continue holding his arms with both hands.

But he still didn't give up and asked: "Are you cold?"

"..."

Here she goes again, as soon as he stops talking she starts talking non-stop.

"Are you dizzy?" she continued to ask.

Mo Xinglan paused and looked at her: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Seeing that he didn't deny it, the corners of her mouth rose slightly: "Of course."

Nonsense, if anything happens to him, should she still go home?

"Well, I mean, you are a guest in my house after all. It's only natural for a host to care about his guests." He thought for a moment and added with a smile.

Mo Xinglan said sarcastically: "It seems that you are using the identity of Chujiu quite well."

“……” This guy actually laughed at her.

Chujiu smiled and said, "That can't be helped. Hehe, speaking of this, I have to thank Mr. Mo for keeping it a secret for me."

"Hmph." Mo Xinglan snorted coldly and stopped talking.

It wasn't that he wanted to keep her secret, but who she was didn't matter to him at all. As long as she didn't get in his way, it didn't matter whether she was alive or dead.

The two of them remained silent at first, but Chujiu couldn't hold back and started talking again: "What's wrong with you? Weren't you fine when you stole my food yesterday? Why are you like this today?"

Mo Xinglan looked down at her, a little confused. Was he being so obvious?

"Is it that obvious?" he asked, looking at the road ahead.

"It's obvious, but you've hidden it very well. The main reason is that you look so bad, do you know that?" Chujiu looked at him and thought for a while.

“……”Do you look bad?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she didn't care: "Look at you, you are born pale, and now you are not feeling well. Hey, go back to your room later and look in the mirror to see how pale your face is. After you see it, you will know that even if you don't show it obviously and hide it well, your body is honest."

"..."Mo Xinglan continued to remain silent.

Chujiu thought of his reaction when he touched his left wrist just now, and asked again: "When did you get the injury on your left wrist? You tucked your sleeve into the wrist guard before, and I didn't know. Um... or was it the injury you just got?"

At this point she thought of something and turned to look in the direction where Mo Xinglan had been standing before: "The direction you just came from is the direction to the pharmacy, right? You went to the pharmacy? Are my parents there? Are your parents there too? What were you doing there? Why do you feel so uncomfortable when you come out?"

"...No." His eyes turned cold.

Chujiu didn't react and looked up in confusion: "Ah? What did you say? What's not?"

“……”Mo Xinglan felt even more dizzy and raised his other hand to cover his forehead.

Why does she have so many questions?

Haven't you already guessed it? Why are you still asking?

Chujiu asked and spoke on his own, without expecting to get an answer from Mo Xinglan.

All the questions that should be asked have been asked, and all the guesses that should be made have been made. Chujiu did not continue to speak.

There was silence for a moment.

Considering that he was dizzy, they walked slowly towards the guest room where he was staying.

Chujiu suddenly stopped talking, and Mo Xinglan was a little uncomfortable with it.

"Why are not you talking?"

Chujiu was a little confused when he asked this and looked at him.

Suddenly her eyes lit up. Hey, she just paid attention to his face, why didn't she notice that he changed into a white dress today? And the sleeves were wide and the cuffs were not tied tightly.

Looking up again, she noticed that the evil devil had let half of her hair down today, with the top half tied up in a high ponytail with a hair crown, and the bottom half let down.

This is the first time I see him dressed like this. I have to say, he really is a handsome young man.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the appearance is, the heart is dark, which is not perfect.

After a long while without her reply, Mo Xinglan finally turned his head to look at her. He found that she was actually staring at him in a daze, smiling and regretful at times.

What was going on in her head?

"The ninth day of the first lunar month." Not wanting to be stared at any longer, he shouted.

Chujiu finally came back to his senses and smiled: "You look really good today. This is the first time I see you wearing white clothes. It suits you very well."

Mo Xinglan listened and frowned slightly.

He doesn't like people saying he's good-looking.

Chujiu looked up at his unhappy face and felt extremely confused.

How come there are still people who don't like to praise him for his good looks? It was the same last time in the Abyss Valley. He gets unhappy when he's praised for his good looks. It's as if good looks in his eyes mean they're not good looking.

She was confused by this: "Why are you unhappy every time someone says you are pretty?"

"..."

"Why don't you like people praising your looks?"

"..."

She stopped talking again. Oh, whenever she walked with him, she was the one who talked every time, and he was too lazy to even pay attention to her.

If this continues, no matter how much she talks, she won't want to talk anymore.

By the way, what is the favorability of the black-hearted evildoer? Piao Miao did not remind me.

Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan back to Lingyuan where he lived and sat down at a square stone table in the yard.

She sat down next to him, took out a recovery pill and handed it to him: "Here. Eat it."

Mo Xinglan did not reach out to take it. Instead, he looked at the recovery pill in front of him, then looked at her and said sarcastically, "Do you know the price of a recovery pill in the market?"

She shook her head.

"One thousand high-grade spirit stones each."

"!" So expensive? No, it should be, so valuable? Then this medicine should be very effective.

Mo Xinglan looked at her reaction with a wry smile.

However, in just a few seconds, Chujiu returned to normal, and still did not take back the hand that was holding the pill.

"Okay, I see. Since it's so valuable, it should be very effective. Will you get better faster after taking it?"

This elixir is indeed very expensive, but it is not RMB. Besides, even if she sells it, she can't take the spiritual stones with her when she returns. And the Chu family is not short of money.

Mo Xinglan, who had a smirk on his face just now, became confused after hearing Chujiu's words.

Did she understand what he said?

"Even so, you still want to give it to me?"

He did not lack such a recovery pill, because he was an alchemist himself. As long as he had enough spiritual medicines, he could refine as many recovery pills as he wanted, even better pills than the recovery pills.

He just wanted to know why she was willing to give it to him even though the pill was so valuable.

"Yeah." Chujiu nodded.

"why?"

"Oh, why so many whys? Aren't these pills meant to be taken when you're not feeling well? Health is the most important thing." She was a little impatient.

"Besides, I don't know what's wrong with you. I only have this pill. My mother said that this pill is effective, so just take it."

"No need, I just lost too much blood. I just need to rest for a while." Mo Xinglan turned his head to the side.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. How did he say it without realizing it? It must be her problem.

"Too much blood loss? The wound on your wrist... you wouldn't..."

Want to commit suicide by slitting your wrists?

Probably not?

Mo Xinglan naturally knew what she was thinking and what she was going to say. He laughed at himself and said, "You think too much."

"Uh...okay."

She said, he doesn't look like someone who would commit suicide.

"Anyway, I've already taken it out. I've been holding it up for so long, you might as well eat it. Excessive blood loss is no small matter. Hurry up."

He looked at the pill she still held in front of him, then looked at her again. He took the recovery pill and ate it.

He had reminded her, so it wouldn't be his fault if she regretted it later.

After seeing that he had finally swallowed the recovery pill, Chujiu took out a candied date from his pocket.

While he wasn't paying attention, I quickly pried open his mouth and stuffed it in, then covered his mouth with my hand to prevent him from spitting it out.

She stuffed something in her mouth for no apparent reason, and just as she was about to spit it out, a hand covered her mouth.

I want to vomit but can't, so I have to swallow it. I don't know what it is, and I can't just eat anything, what if it's poisonous?

But she didn't have the courage to harm him so blatantly.

He could only hold the contents in his mouth and look at her with a warning look.

Chujiu still refused to let go: "It's candied dates, they replenish blood, I was afraid you wouldn't like it, so..."

Just force it into his mouth.

After hearing this, he took a few bites of the candied dates in his mouth and swallowed them.

too sweet.

He has hardly eaten anything sweet since he was a child.

When he was a kid, when his mother was still alive, she would occasionally take out one or two candies for him from somewhere, but they were not this sweet.

It shouldn't be this sweet.

After my mother passed away, I never ate anything sweet again.

After swallowing it, he found that Chujiu was still covering his mouth. Mo Xinglan raised his finger and pointed at Chujiu's hand, and Chujiu took it back.

Looking at him with expectation in his eyes: "How is it, is it sweet?"

"It's too sweet. It makes my teeth fall out." Mo Xinglan said with disgust.

Chujiu pursed his lips and said, "No way. It's not as sweet as you say. It must be because you have bad teeth. You need to go see a dentist."

"..."