Morning Star

After sighing inwardly, he limped in with the fruit in his pocket.

When Mo Xinglan saw her leaving, he turned around and walked inside, holding onto the stone wall.

Chujiu, who was walking behind him, saw that he was having difficulty walking even with the support of the stone wall, so he sighed inwardly, endured the pain in his feet, and took two steps at a time to reach his side.

She just wanted to be a good person again, all for the sake of going home.

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, she freed her left hand, directly pulled his left hand around her neck and placed it on her left shoulder.

"!"

This series of unhesitating and irresistible actions made him pause and look at the man who was only as tall as his shoulders in confusion.

Ignoring his gaze, she said, "Let's go."

"..."

Chujiu supported him and walked along the road ahead.

The two of them didn't walk for long before they found a place that was both sheltered from the wind and far away from the monster's corpse and stopped.

Chujiu helped Mo Xinglan sit down carefully, put the fruit away, and found some dry firewood in the cave and piled them together.

The dry firewood has been found and piled up, but the key problem is, without fire, how can it be made to burn?

Now I think modern times are better. With lighters, we don’t have to worry about not having fire.

She squatted in front of the dry firewood and thought for a long time but couldn't figure out how to make it burn.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he looked up at Mo Xinglan.

This guy was able to kill such a huge monster, so starting a fire shouldn't be a problem for him.

"Hey, can you light it up?"

"..."

He looked at her without saying anything, then flicked his right hand towards the pile of firewood.

The pile of dry firewood made a slight sound as if it was hit by something, and then it caught fire.

The yellow flames instantly gave the dim cave a warm color.

"Oh! Great." She gave him a thumbs up.

"..." Mo Xinglan was puzzled. This was obviously a very simple thing, and anyone with a little bit of cultivation could do it. Why did it become so amazing for her?

After praising, Chujiu stretched his hands closer to the flame to warm them, and looked at the clothes on his body.

The clothes that were soaked by the rain are now half dry after a rest.

Before this, she was either nervous or busy treating someone's injuries, and then she was threatened by him, so she didn't take care of her clothes. Now she felt sticky and uncomfortable.

I wanted to take off my clothes, but there was a man in front of me, so I definitely couldn't do it.

After thinking for a while, the two almond-shaped eyes stared at the boy in front of them...'s clothes.

This time she realized that he had changed his clothes. The reason she hadn't noticed it before was because he was wearing black clothes before and he was still wearing black clothes now. It was really hard to tell them apart.

Where did he get the clothes? I didn't see him carrying any bag or anything like that. Is this a fantasy world? Can clothes and other things appear by themselves?

"You're overthinking it. This world has storage rings that are specifically for storing items." Piaomiao suddenly came back to life.

Chujiu was frightened and shook for a moment, but after he calmed down he understood.

So that's how it is, it's indeed a fantasy world. Then how can she get a dry piece of clothing? She touched herself before and didn't find any rings or anything like that.

Ignoring Piao Miao, his eyes glanced back and forth between Mo Xinglan and his clothes.

Finally, after hesitating and hesitating again, and encouraging himself again and again, he gave Mo Xinglan a somewhat fawning smile: "That... Mr. Mo..."

Mo Xinglan floated towards her lightly.

"Excuse me... do you have any extra clothes?" To be honest, she was still afraid of him, but she had to ask for help from someone else, and this person was so moody.

After hearing this, Mo Xinglan glanced at her half-dried clothes and understood what she meant.

"No."

Each time he went out for training, he didn't take long. Although he brought a lot of clothes, they were basically torn when fighting monsters or they were dirty and couldn't be washed clean. He changed clothes frequently. As for the damaged clothes, he didn't want them anymore. If they were dirty and couldn't be washed or there were too many dirt on them, he was too lazy to wash them. Of course, in order to avoid leaving traces for people to find out, he usually used a fire burning technique to burn them clean.

He had originally planned to bring a lot of clothes with him this time, but he miscalculated, and after traveling all the way, he was left with only the set of clothes he had just thrown away and the one he was wearing now.

But Chujiu didn't know. She pursed her lips, thinking that he was unwilling to lend it to her.

But the clothes belong to someone else. If they don’t want to lend them to her, there is no reason for her to insist on them giving them to her, right?

But as the saying goes, if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. I don't know what the original owner's physical fitness is like. If she gets a fever or a cold after being caught in the rain, then she will be the one who suffers. So wet clothes should be changed.

So he mustered up his courage and said to Mo Xinglan a little embarrassedly: "Then... can I borrow one of the clothes you are wearing? Just one."

After a pause, she saw that his expression was calm, then she tugged at the hem of her skirt and continued, "You can see that my clothes are wet. Although they are half dry, it is easy to get sick if you keep wearing wet clothes. If I'm sick, I can't help you, and I have to cause trouble for you, right?"

As a result, he sneered and remained unmoved: "Men and women should not touch each other, and my clothes are not suitable for Miss Chu to wear."

Chujiu didn't understand the rejection in his words, and smiled and said, "What do you mean by sex is not allowed? I helped you bandage your wound before. It doesn't matter if the clothes don't fit. I have my own way to make it fit."

Seeing that he was still unmoved, she coughed lightly and began to play the emotional card: "Mr. Mo, look, I bandaged your wounds for you, right? Then, I also went outside in the heavy rain to pick the fruit, right? I just helped you up, right? Can't you lend me one of your clothes for the sake of my dedication to taking care of you? I promise that I will definitely return it to you, and it won't be damaged at all. If it is dirty, I will wash it, really. Or when I go back, I will buy you an identical one?"

After hearing her words, Mo Xinglan fell silent. His dark eyes stared at her fair and tender face for a while, as if he wanted to see something from her face.

Chujiu felt a little nervous when he stared at her, so he quickly lowered his head.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mo Xinglan thought for a moment, lowered his eyes, untied his belt, took off his outer clothes, raised his hand and threw it to her, and then tied the belt again.

Chujiu was still thinking that if he didn't agree, she wouldn't ask him to borrow it. But the next second, everything went dark and her head felt heavy. The clothes were just hanging on her head.

She was stunned for a few breaths before she reacted, pulled off the clothes on her head, and smiled gratefully at him: "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

Knowing that he wouldn't react, I just took my clothes and found a secluded place to change.

He took off his clothes quickly and put them on quickly, not caring at all whether the person outside would peek or not.

The reason why she didn't warn him was because she could sense the undisguised disdain in his attitude. Besides, who would endure the pain to spy on others?

Mo Xinglan's coat was a little big for her, but luckily she had worn bed sheets when she was a child, so it was easy to make the clothes fit her.

Remove the strings from the wet clothes and wring out as much water as possible.

The clothes were pulled up at the waist just right, revealing the slender waist.

The hair was also soaked.

He raised his hand and untied the hair tie.

Her long dark brown hair fell on her back like a waterfall, with the ends reaching her hips.

She wrung the water out of her hair and the headband, then wiped it off with some wet clothes. Finally, she used the headband to twist the ends of her hair together.

The originally playful and cute girl suddenly turned into a lady from a noble family.

After getting dressed, he walked out holding the clothes.

Mo Xinglan, who was staring at the fire in a daze, saw someone coming out and subconsciously looked over.

When he saw the person coming, he was in a trance for a moment.

Chujiu didn't notice and walked straight past him, found a stone near the fire and spread the wet clothes on it.

Her every move made him feel that she finally looked like a girl from an aristocratic family.

Unexpectedly, the next moment she came to his side, lifted her skirt, revealing her white calves, and without even looking at him, she stuck her butt out and sat cross-legged on the ground.

After sitting down, I took off my wet shoes and placed them next to the fire.

The action was so bold and daring that people who didn't know her would think she was a man.

“…” He took back what he had just said about her.

How could a woman like her expose her legs and take off her shoes in front of a man without any image? Did she really not know how to write the word "reserved"?

He began to doubt whether she had any sense of shame, or whether she simply ignored his existence?

Amidst the disgust, I came to a conclusion in my mind.

I really can't be fooled by her appearance.

Chujiu completely ignored his disgusted look. Instead, he wiped his hands, picked up a snow fruit from the leaf, wiped it, and started eating it without sitting down.

Just after taking a bite, her eyes drifted to the person next to her who was staring at her without blinking.

Thinking he wanted to eat some too, I picked out a snow fruit, wiped it, handed it to him, and continued eating.

There was silence for a moment, and the cave became quiet.

I always like the lively and bustling ninth day of the lunar year, so naturally I am not used to such quietness.

So he just stared at Mo Xinglan beside him.

Mo Xinglan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her: "...What do you want to do now?"

"Um...excuse me for asking, are you in your teens?" She found a topic out of boredom.

She could probably guess his age from his appearance, but she still asked out of curiosity. Who made her bored?