Morning Star

Chapter 146 I said, you are not allowed to go

"I'm sorry, I..." she said softly.

He interrupted quietly: "That's not you."

She wasn't the one who hurt him, she wasn't the one who said she liked him, and even the kiss was fake.

He knew it. He knew it after he found out that she was possessed by a demon.

He knew clearly what kind of person he was in her eyes. How could she possibly like him like this?

Chujiu came out of his arms and supported him instead: "I'll help you to the bed."

He didn't say anything, nor did he take any further action. He just looked at her in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Chujiu asked worriedly when he didn't see any movement from him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Then, then I..."

"It's okay." He interrupted her and slowly stood up with the help of her strength.

After helping him onto the bed, Chujiu looked at the blood from the wounds on his chest and abdomen. He didn't know how Chujiu had stopped bleeding, and he felt a little relieved.

But I was still worried that there might be other problems, so I looked at him and asked for his consent: "How about I ask Brother Ji to come and help you?"

There was a flash of displeasure in his eyes as he warned, "Don't go."

Seeing how much he disliked Ji Fansong, and thinking of his childhood experience, she could only sigh and listen to him and decide not to go. She would find time to go and ask him herself later.

Afterwards, under his guidance, she treated his wounds and wrapped them with gauze again. Following the same steps as last time, she also applied medicine and bandaged the wounds on other parts of his body, and then put on his robe.

Then she looked at the bed sheet that was stained red by the blood from the wound on his back, and the feeling of guilt filled her heart again.

Unfortunately, her soul was unstable and she couldn't control her cleaning skills well, so she could only wash the sheets manually. She could also ask Brother Ji at the same time.

Thinking of this, she looked at Mo Xinglan and found that he was also looking at her, with an emotion she had never seen in his eyes before.

Lonely and aggrieved.

She was stunned, wondering why there were so many emotions on his face, and why he didn't hide them. This was not his habit. Didn't he always like to hide his emotions? Had he been looking at her like this for a long time?

Chujiu became flustered when he looked at her. Unable to bear his gaze, she turned her eyes away from him: "Um... I think we need to change the sheets. How about I help you lie down on the couch?"

"Hmm." He hummed softly, but still looked at her, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

After getting his consent, Chujiu stepped forward and helped him out of bed and onto the couch beside him.

"Sit or lie down?" Chujiu looked at the couch in front of him.

"Sit down," he replied quietly.

After Chujiu helped him sit on the couch, he turned and walked to the bed and pulled off the sheets.

Then he took out a new bed from the cabinet beside him and spread it on the bed.

She was very organized and it was obvious that she had made the bed carefully.

Mo Xinglan, who was sitting on the couch, looked at her busy back, which was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

He held his forehead with his hand, took out a pill, put it in his mouth, and adjusted his breathing.

Chujiu had just made the bed and walked over.

She looked at him worriedly, "Are you dizzy?"

"...No." He hesitated for a moment before answering.

Is it that obvious? He had clearly taken the pill, how could she tell?

He raised his right hand and looked at her.

Chujiu understood what he meant, took his hand and helped him back to the bed.

She originally wanted him to lie down, but he insisted on sitting, so she had no choice but to let him sit on the bed.

He picked up the bed sheet thrown aside and walked towards the door.

I was halfway there when I heard him ask, "Where are you going?"

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him, then raised the sheets in her hands: "Wash the sheets."

After taking the sheets to the laundry room, she would go find Brother Ji and tell him about his situation.

She didn't know why the black-hearted monster seemed to be full of hostility towards Brother Ji, so it would be better for her not to tell him.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xinglan's face turned sinister, and he said in a cold voice: "You are going to find Ji Fansong."

It's not a question but a statement.

Chujiu immediately felt uneasy. How did he know? Could it be that the evil-hearted evildoer had a hidden skill, the ability to read minds?

"Hehe, how could that be? I really just went to wash the sheets." She wanted to struggle again, maybe he was just guessing.

However, his expression became even colder: "You want to take the sheets to the laundry room and then go find Ji Fansong."

How could he not think of such an obvious thing?

Chujiu was shocked, she was discovered. She had to admit: "I... yes, I think it's better to ask him."

"My medical skills are better than his. Just ask me if you have any questions." He looked at her coldly, and the displeasure on his face became more and more obvious.

Chujiu hesitated for a moment and felt that it was still inappropriate: "But you are injured and need more rest. Besides, if I ask you, you won't answer honestly. I'll go ask Brother Ji..."

"Oh!"

Before she could finish her words, a ban hit the door behind her, sealing it tightly.

"?!" Her heart trembled, and she turned her head cautiously to look at the closed door.

Come again? !

"I told you not to go."

Then an aura chain wrapped around her body, pulling her towards him.

Chujiu looked at him in shock. He had no chance to resist and was completely unable to mobilize any spiritual energy.

The bed sheet in her arms fell to the ground, and she was pulled to the bed by him, kneeling in front of him. This action caused her hair to be messy and swept across her fair face.

She wanted to move but couldn't at all. Her body was entangled by his spiritual energy, just like the last time in the psychedelic forest, and she couldn't move.

The scene at that time kept flashing in her mind. Before Mo Xinglan did anything to her, she had already scared herself so much that her face turned pale.

Seeing the hand reaching out to her getting closer and closer, she closed her eyes reflexively and shouted, "Don't kill me! I don't want to die!"

"..." Mo Xinglan's body stiffened, and his hand, which was about to help her tidy up the hair that had brushed against her face, froze in mid-air.

At this moment, he felt as if his heart was tightly wrapped by something, and the pain was so severe that he even had difficulty breathing.

The movement was frozen for a while before he came to his senses and put his hand down.

He lowered his eyes, his pale lips trembled, and his hands on his legs tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.

After a long time, Chujiu did not feel the suffocation he imagined, and slowly opened his eyes, looking cautiously at Mo Xinglan. He lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting a shadow on his drooping eyes, with no expression, but one could still feel his loneliness at the moment.

Thinking of what he had just said and done, he felt guilty. Subconscious actions are the most hurtful, and he must be sad.

How could she not be sad? If it were her, she would be sad too.

I opened my mouth to apologize to him, but before I could say anything, he spoke first.

"Are you that afraid of me?" He raised his eyes slightly, his voice hoarse and lonely.