Morning Star

It was time for dinner and Chu Furong brought her food.

Chujiu didn't have time to tidy up her messy hair. She quickly climbed down from the bed and walked excitedly to the table: "Come in."

The hand knocking on the door paused.

She sounded happy.

Mo Xinglan pushed the door open and walked in, carrying food.

As soon as I came in, I saw Chujiu wearing a nightgown and with messy hair sitting at the table, and her eyes were smiling at the hand that had healed.

So, is she always like this in her room?

Ever since Chujiu left his room that day, he had become very irritable. He had thought that he would answer her question properly when she came to his room the next day. But she didn't come to see him. He waited for several days without seeing her.

As time went by, he felt more and more flustered. At first, he was angry that she didn't come to see him, but then he thought that maybe he said something wrong and made her angry, so she didn't come to see him. He wanted to ask her.

Later, he thought, wouldn't it be good if she didn't come to see him? He has always been alone, why does he have to have her? So he gave up asking her.

Finally, he became more and more annoyed. Why didn't she come to see him? What did he say wrong? Why did she just leave? As this annoyance became stronger and stronger, he finally couldn't help but come to see her.

But after knocking on the door, she heard her happy voice from inside.

Is she so happy that she doesn't have to see him?

I walked into the room with anger and saw her like this. It was the first time I saw her like this. She was wearing a nightgown and her hair was messy on her shoulders and back.

Chujiu was surprised. Did it take so long to walk from the door? No need.

She looked up at the door and was stunned. She felt like she was struck by lightning again.

"Mo Xinglan! Why are you here?!" She stood up and stared at him in horror.

Mo Xinglan sneered, "Who else do you think you are?"

Chujiu then came to his senses and realized his current state.

Ahhhh!!! It couldn't be worse.

He walked quickly to Mo Xinglan, grabbed his arm, turned him around and walked him out the door: "You, you, you, you go out first."

Mo Xinglan was pushed out of the door by Chujiu with a confused look on his face.

Only after he stood firm did he come back to his senses.

He turned around and pressed his right hand against the door that Chujiu was about to close, and said unhappily, "Don't you really want to see me?"

Chujiu closed the door tightly and explained, "No, you go out first. Let go of your hand. I won't care if it's clamped on you."

"Then I'll wait outside the door. If you don't open it, I'll smash it." Mo Xinglan's eyes contained a warning.

"Okay, okay, let go." Chujiu answered while prying Mo Xinglan's hands free from the door.

Only after getting the answer did Mo Xinglan let go of his hand.

"Bang!"

"..."

Chujiu quickly changed her clothes in the house, took out a comb and combed her hair. She pulled out a hairband and tied her hair casually at the back of her neck.

Fortunately, she is now proficient in using a headband to tie her hair, otherwise it would take a lot of time.

He came to the door, then suddenly turned around and walked to the bed, smoothed the quilt, and hid the messy sheets under the quilt.

Then he came to the door and opened it.

"!" Mo Xinglan looked at Chujiu in shock.

It was so fast that it took less than half an hour from the time she closed the door to the time she opened it. The well-dressed and neat-looking person in front of her was completely different from the messy person just now. They were simply two extremes.

Chujiu smiled slightly, and his attitude was like two different people: "Come in."

"..."Mo Xinglan walked in with the food.

The two sat at the table facing each other. However, the only person eating was Chujiu.

"Why don't you eat?" Chujiu picked up a dish with chopsticks.

"I have already eaten."

"Oh."

Chujiu took a few bites and looked at Mo Xinglan.

His complexion still looked bad, and there seemed to be no difference from before.

It seems that he is not just suffering from excessive blood loss. With his cultivation level, he should have recovered by now. Forget it, it is better for her not to ask, lest he wants to kill her again. Let's ask another question.

"Why did you deliver lunch today?" she asked while picking up some food.

Before, Chu Furong and Gao Yashan brought her meals.

"Don't you want to see me?" Mo Xinglan's face was gloomy.

Chujiu glanced at him, took a bite of rice, and replied calmly, "No."

To be honest, I don't want to see him.

"...Are you angry?" he asked after thinking for a while.

"No." She still answered calmly.

Humph! How can he not be angry? She was kind enough to care about him and asked him a few more questions, but he wanted to kill someone. Tell me, are you angry?

She won't ask him anymore, and she's too lazy to care about him anymore. Why should she put her warm face on his cold butt? If she cares about him again, she will wash her hair upside down.

"..." Mo Xinglan stopped asking. He could see that she really didn't want to see him, and she was angry.

Did she really not want to see him and hate him so much? What did he do wrong? He personally brought the food to her, why was she still angry?

As he thought about it, Mo Xinglan himself didn't even realize that he looked aggrieved at the moment.

After finishing his meal, Chujiu put down his bowl and chopsticks, and looked at Mo Xinglan, who was staring at the table with his eyes lowered with a look of grievance.

He would feel wronged? Strange things happen every year, but this year there are more. Even evil-hearted monsters feel wronged.

Sighed. Should I say she was soft-hearted, or was she soft-hearted? Forget it, she should just wash her hair upside down. She will never make random flags again.

After thinking for a while, he asked hesitantly: "Are you... feeling better?"

"..." Hearing her question, he finally looked up at her, with confusion unconcealed on his face.

She is not angry anymore?

"clang!"

"I'm asking you a question? Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Seeing that he was looking at her with a puzzled look on his face without saying anything, she picked up her chopsticks and tapped on the empty plate closest to him.

"Yeah." Mo Xinglan lowered his eyes, glanced at the plate that she knocked over, and answered calmly.

In fact, he wanted to ask, why was she angry? Why didn't she want to see him?

"Mo Xinglan's favorability is 45, and he obtains the memory dream." A vague voice suddenly sounded in Chujiu's mind.

"!"

Chujiu was stunned for a moment and felt a little surprised.

It seems that her last suggestion was still useful.

But what is dream recall?

Mo Xinglan was silent for a moment and asked: "Why don't you..."

"I don't want to see you." Chujiu interrupted him.

She naturally knew what he was going to ask.

"..." After getting the answer, he didn't say anything else, but waited for her next words.

Chujiu occasionally fiddled with the hair that fell in front of her: "It's not that I don't want to see you."

He paused and sighed: "I am a little angry."

Mo Xinglan was slightly stunned. He didn't expect her to say it herself.

But why was she angry? He never understood.

Chujiu sighed again.

She was angry about something like this, she was just bored, but she was still unhappy.