Morning Star

Chu Furong walked down the stairs: "How far can it be? Let's eat here."

Chujiu followed Chu Furong, holding the railing and jumping down one step at a time on one foot.

Gao Yashan followed behind and watched with fear, fearing that Chujiu might accidentally step on empty air and fall.

Chujiu came to the counter and looked at the old shopkeeper who was sitting there counting money with his head propped up: "Grandpa, please help us cook a few dishes."

The old shopkeeper paused while counting the money and glanced at Chujiu: "What dish?"

Chujiu turned around to ask Chu Furong and Gao Yashan for their opinions and suggested three dishes with a combination of meat and vegetables. He then added: "Add three more dishes, one is stir-fried pork liver, one is stir-fried tomato and eggs, and one is stir-fried meat with black fungus."

"..." The old shopkeeper glanced at Chujiu, turned around and walked towards the kitchen without asking any more questions.

Then Chujiu limped to the table and sat down.

Chu Furong looked at Chu Jiu strangely and asked, "Why did you order so many blood-replenishing dishes? Are you short of blood?"

The ninth day just smiles and says nothing.

About half an hour later, the old shopkeeper brought the cooked dishes and placed them on the table, and then placed a wooden barrel filled with rice on the table.

"Grandpa, can you please bring me another bucket?" Chujiu pointed to the rice bucket.

The old shopkeeper did as he was told and took a wooden barrel of the same size and placed it on the table.

Chujiu looked up and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Can I use the tray you just used to serve the dishes?"

The old shopkeeper took the tray and put it on the table. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "What do you want this for?"

"Serve the dishes." Chujiu placed the next three dishes on the tray.

Chu Furong was puzzled: "Where are you taking it?"

Chujiu: "Of course I'll take it to Mo Xinglan. Didn't he not come down?"

Chu Furong thought about it for a while and said, "It's true that he never came out after entering the house, just like you."

Chujiu paused for a moment while holding the rice bucket, thinking of something, and then placed two pairs of chopsticks and two empty bowls on the tray: "Then I'll go upstairs."

"Go, go." Chu Furong waved her hand.

Chujiu endured the pain in his legs, walked to the door of Mo Xinglan's room and knocked, but there was no response, so he pushed the door open and walked in. After entering, he closed the door again.

The room was quiet.

She looked around and found Mo Xinglan sleeping on the bed.

She tiptoed to the table and gently put the tray down. Then she turned around and walked to the bedside, carefully hung up the bed curtain, and lowered her eyes to look at Mo Xinglan who was sleeping soundly with one hand resting on her body.

He didn't take off his coat, just his shoes and let his hair down.

Chujiu pouted in confusion. What happened to him?

I turned around, got a stool and sat beside the bed, wondering whether I should wake him up.

Looking at his fair face, she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth into a wicked smile.

Before waking him up, while he is fast asleep...

What a rare opportunity isn't it?

So she reached out her hand and gently poked and pinched his pale face, her fingertips moving slowly upwards, sliding back and forth across his thick, slightly curled eyelashes.

Hehe, this is really fun. The evil-hearted evildoer has finally gotten his comeuppance.

But...she only dared to do this when he was like this.

Mo Xinglan frowned while sleeping.

Chujiu thought he was about to wake up, so he immediately withdrew his hand. He waited for a long time but there was no response.

He patted his chest and let out a breath.

His gaze shifted to Mo Xinglan.

This guy sleeps without a blanket. His body is weak, isn't he afraid of catching a cold?

By the way, the black-hearted monster is really white, and her hands are beautiful, which is what she likes.

Thinking about it, I grabbed Mo Xinglan's hand on my abdomen and started playing with it.

Now she knows what slender, white jade-like hands are. Isn't that what they are?

The black-hearted demon's hands were white and tender, and she, a girl, envied them. How did he maintain them?

No, judging by his temperament, he should not have taken care of it. No way, is it natural? But how is it possible? Which cultivator doesn't have scars on his hands and body? Why doesn't he have any? It's like he has never been injured and has been raised in seclusion...

Um, it seems that this description is not very good.

While playing, she unconsciously put Mo Xinglan's hand on her face, and then started rubbing it.

Mo Xinglan, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by her. He felt someone holding his hand and sliding it on something soft. He slowly opened his eyes and dimly saw the girl holding his hand and rubbing it on his face.

"The ninth day?" Mo Xinglan didn't react and called out softly in confusion.

"?!" Chujiu's hands suddenly froze. Her hands trembled, and Mo Xinglan's hand fell on the bed. But her hand still kept holding his hand and rubbing it against her face.

His head mechanically turned to Mo Xinglan and looked at him.

The evil-hearted demon...has awakened!!

He saw it!

Ah! I am too embarrassed to see anyone!!

Her lifelong reputation was ruined today!

"Why are you in... my room?" Mo Xinglan slowly sat up.

Chujiu had no mind to answer questions now. She just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

She doesn't want to see anyone anymore!

Chujiu's eyes dodged, and he stammered: "I, I said, no, you, you didn't go downstairs to eat with us, so I, I just brought the food... I brought the food up."

Halfway through his speech, he stood up and walked towards the table.

Chujiu hurriedly placed the dishes on the table: "You, you, wake up, hurry up and eat...get up and eat."

"..." Mo Xinglan raised her eyebrows slightly. Is she unable to speak clearly? What is she panicking about?

He lowered his eyes to look at the hand that she had just held, then looked at Chujiu's face, remembering the touch just now.

Her face is soft. Are all girls' faces like this? Or is it just hers? She looks so cute like a rabbit.

I want to... touch it again.

Wait, what was he thinking?

He quickly shook his head, got out of bed, put on his shoes and went to the table.

Chujiu caught a glimpse of him coming over from the corner of his eye, and his heart started to panic. His hand that was serving the rice trembled, and he reflexively kept a distance from him.

"hiss--"

Because she was too panicked, she didn't pay attention to the injury on her left leg and pulled the wound when she was distancing herself from Mo Xinglan. She took a deep breath in pain, and she clenched the hand holding the bowl so tightly that she almost fell down.

"Why are you panicking?" Mo Xinglan pulled her arm.

"Um...well, eat, eat." Chujiu let out a breath and continued to serve the rice.

He put a bowl of rice in front of Mo Xinglan and walked to opposite him with another bowl of rice.

Mo Xinglan sat on a stool and looked at the dishes on the table.

Fried pork liver, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and fried meat with black fungus are all blood-replenishing.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little nauseous looking at this blood-replenishing dish, but also had an indescribable strange feeling.

"clang!"

Chujiu took a few bites of rice and seeing that he was still staring at the food in a daze, he knocked on the edge of the bowl in front of him, making it clink.

"What are you daydreaming about? Are you eating? Aren't you hungry?"