Morning Star

Chapter 187 She Can't Let Go

Chujiu was startled by his sudden action. When she heard him speak, she raised her hands and hugged him back, rubbing her head against his neck: "The stars smell so good, so sweet."

The sweet fragrance wafted into her nose, making the drunken her feel a little sleepy.

"Smells good...Xingxing...I like it..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually became lower and her eyelashes slowly drooped.

"Jiuer?" Mo Xinglan finally came to his senses from his excitement. He loosened his hands slightly and looked down into his arms.

The person in my arms had already closed his eyes and was breathing evenly.

Then he remembered that she said those words when she was drunk, and he was just happy for nothing.

But he was unwilling to give up, and hugged her tightly again, wishing he could stuff her into his body. He rubbed his cheek against her hair and murmured to himself: "Jiu'er, everything you said is true, it's all true, you didn't lie to me, right? I believe it, so you have to remember what you said, and don't lie to me, okay?"

As time passed, he finally held her in his arms and lay on the bed, resting his chin on the top of her head, protecting her like a treasure and not willing to let go at all.

After sleeping for a while, just when he was feeling sleepy, the person in his arms began to sob, rubbing her head against his neck from time to time.

He was awakened by her action. He gently moved her head away and looked down.

I saw her frowning brows and looking miserable.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

She closed her eyes and weakly raised her hands to her temples and murmured, "Ouch... it hurts, ouch..."

It turned out that I drank too much and now my head finally hurts.

He took out a pill from his storage ring and put it into her mouth: "Take it and your headache will go away."

His voice was very soft, and seemed to carry a kind of bewitching tone, which made Chujiu, who was in a daze, open his mouth and obediently put the pill into his mouth.

The medicine didn't work so quickly after she took it, and her head still hurt. She twisted her little face and buried it in his neck again, whimpering and rubbing it uncomfortably.

Mo Xinglan was irritated by her random rubbing. He frowned, raised his hand and gently touched her temple, saying softly: "Don't rub it, let me rub it for you."

After hearing what he said, Chujiu stopped rubbing against him and quietly clung to him, as obedient as a rabbit returning to its nest.

Under his regular and gentle massage, the person in his arms finally stopped making noises and fell asleep.

He was also sleepy.

Gradually he stopped what he was doing and fell asleep.

……

The next morning, Chu Furong came to Chu Jiu's room with a bowl of sobering soup and knocked on the door.

I waited for a while, but there was no response from the house. I knocked again, but still no response.

Thinking that Chujiu was sleeping too deeply and didn't hear anything, I gently pushed the door open and walked in quietly.

I looked towards the bed. The quilt was opened but there was no one there.

She was stunned at first, put the soup on the table, walked to the bed, and reached out to check the temperature.

It felt cold, and I knew immediately that the person had left the bed long ago.

He thought of something and exclaimed inwardly, then walked to the table, picked up the bowl and walked out of the room.

The third sister was brought back by Xing Lan last night. Judging from how clingy she was to Xing Lan after getting drunk last night and the current situation in the house, she must have gone to sleep with Xing Lan last night.

Good man, please don't do anything rash. Xinglan is injured, it shouldn't be possible.

She heaved a sigh of relief at the thought, but suddenly she became terrified again.

But the third sister is fine! No way?!

When she thought of that scene, her heart trembled.

As I was thinking about it, I stepped out of the room.

At this time, Gao Yashan came from the corridor and saw her coming out of Chujiu's room, holding a bowl of unfinished soup. He asked in confusion, "Furong, what are you doing?"

He wanted to ask why she brought out the soup when Xiaojiu hadn't drunk it yet.

When Chu Furong saw him coming, she quickly turned around and closed the door, smiling: "Third sister hasn't woken up yet, I'll bring it to her when she wakes up."

He looked at her doubtfully for a few seconds and nodded. He thought of something: "Mr. Mo woke up early, I'll go ask him when he has breakfast."

As he said that, he was about to walk towards Mo Xinglan's door.

Upon seeing this, Chu Furong immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Ah, ah, ah, Yashan."

"?" He turned around and looked at her with a questioning look.

She freed one hand, grabbed his sleeve, and said with a smile, "I think it's better not to. His door is still closed, maybe he hasn't woken up yet. Let's go downstairs first and save breakfast for him and Third Sister."

Of course we can’t let him in. What if he sees something he shouldn’t see?

"Oh." He nodded, but still confused.

He always felt that she was hiding something from him, but seeing how nervous she was, he didn't dare to ask.

I could only go downstairs under her pull, and even forgot what I was doing upstairs.

The old shopkeeper who was sitting at the counter downstairs saw the two people coming down and asked in confusion: "Hey, didn't the second girl bring the hangover soup to the little girl? Why did she bring it down again intact?"

When asked, Chu Furong replied with an evasive look: "Well, Third Sister hasn't woken up yet. I plan to serve it to her after she wakes up."

"Oh." The old shopkeeper nodded.

Chu Furong never lied, so the old shopkeeper could naturally see that she was not telling the truth, but he did not expose her.

I'm afraid she didn't even see the little girl in the room. Oh, the young people nowadays. He is old and doesn't understand what these young people think.

He shook his head and lowered his head to continue calculating the account book in his hand.

It was almost noon when Chujiu woke up. Before she opened her eyes, a sweet fragrance drifted into her nose. In her subconscious, she had already attributed this sweet fragrance to Mo Xinglan's unique body fragrance.

She closed her eyes and reached out her hand to a place, feeling it soft. She felt it gradually sunken as she touched it downwards. She continued to touch downwards along the sunken line with doubt. It seemed to be moving upwards. Finally, she returned her hand to the sunken part and pressed it gently. It felt soft and warm.

What the hell? This feels really good.

This question popped up in her mind vaguely. She wanted to figure out what it was, so she pinched it again. She couldn't let it go.

"Be good, don't move." A sleepy whisper sounded in her ears.

The lazy and sleepy murmuring voice is the most captivating, especially when it comes from the already nice voice of a young man, which can make people imagine more.

Chujiu jumped open his eyes suddenly and looked up at Mo Xinglan who was close to him.

At this time, he was closing his eyes and breathing evenly.

Her mind was now completely clear, and she finally realized that what her hand was touching was...his waist.

I quickly took my hand back. Thinking back to what he had just said, my heart was pounding and I felt my heart soften. My eyes darted around and I carefully looked at the current situation.

Only then did she realize that she was resting her head on his left arm, while his right hand was gently holding her, with his palm on the back of her head, gently touching her head from time to time, seemingly trying to coax her to sleep.