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Upon seeing the visitor, Mo Xier quickly attempted to shut the door, but was still not fast enough; the door was firmly pulled open by someone.
Standing at the entrance was none other than Night Star, who had just left a short while ago that afternoon, seemingly aware that she had woken up and appearing at this moment.
He furrowed his brows slightly, staring intently at the woman, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this? You close the door when you see me? Am I not welcome?"
Seeing that the man was definitely going to enter, no matter how she tried to block him, it was futile. She simply gave up struggling, suddenly releasing her grip on the door and stepping back a few paces to create distance between them.
Night Star did not notice her movement. His hand, which had been pushing against the door, lost its support the moment she let go, causing him to stumble. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have fallen right in front of her—what a disgrace that would have been!
Suddenly widening his eyes at the woman, his gaze filled with anger. How could he, a general of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom, ever be so embarrassed!
Mo Xier and Xinrong witnessed everything. Xinrong remained composed; after all, as a servant, she had to pretend not to see her master's embarrassment and refrain from laughing out loud.
However, Mo Xier was different. Her first reaction upon seeing this scene was to burst into laughter. She laughed so hard that she could barely stand upright. She had never seen a man look so awkward before.
Once she started laughing, the atmosphere in the room turned strange.
Night Star's face darkened, showing no hint of emotion. Meanwhile, the woman laughed like a madwoman, her gaze constantly shifting over him.
Unable to endure it any longer, Night Star finally lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Xinrong, you can leave now; we don't need your service here."
Grabbing Xinrong's wrist firmly, the woman appeared unusually assertive. "No! You can't send her away. It's just you and me here; anything could happen and it would be hard to explain."
The man said nothing but continued to stare at Xinrong, undoubtedly exerting invisible pressure on her.
Looking hesitantly at Mo Xier, she finally slowly pulled her hand away, slightly lowering her gaze and softly saying, "Miss, I will step out for now."
Mo Xier understood that some things could not be forced and did not want to put Xinrong in a difficult position, so she immediately let go.
As soon as she released her grip, Xinrong darted away like a rabbit. A few seconds later, all that could be heard was a soft thud, and then she vanished from sight.
Turning back to sit on the stool, she immediately asked, "Why are you here again?"
The man sat down beside her at the table with an expression of calmness. "This is my courtyard; do I need your permission to come here?"
The woman was momentarily speechless, her fingers rhythmically tapping on the table. Night Star's gaze remained fixed on her, and the room fell into silence.
After a long pause, Mo Xier finally couldn't hold back and spoke first: "What do you want here? Sitting there without saying anything, just staring at me! Do I have flowers on my face?"
"I actually wish flowers would grow on your face." He reached out to touch the wound on her face but was dodged.
Her eyes were filled with wariness. "Can you please be mindful of your words and actions? I'm a woman; can you just touch me casually?"
"I just wanted to see your wound; why are you so agitated?"
She moved further back, still filled with suspicion and distrust. "What's so interesting about a wound? You're not a doctor; what good would it do for you to see it?"
With such an aggressive demeanor, Mo Xier resembled a little lioness, using all her strength to protect herself from harm.
She shifted to sit directly opposite the man, trying to maintain the safest distance possible, her gaze towards him filled with detachment.
Molo let go of her hand, and Night Star clearly looked disappointed, but quickly composed herself and said, "Are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry!" As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach audibly growled.
The room fell silent, and the sound made her face instantly flush red as she pressed her hands against her stomach in frustration.
Why did her unruly stomach have to make noise at this moment? It was so inconsiderate! She just didn't want to eat with the man; why couldn't she even manage that?
"When did you start lying so easily?" Night Star frowned slightly, one hand resting on his leg while the other picked up a teacup from the table.
She awkwardly averted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes, remaining silent.
"If you're hungry, just say so. Have you been in the General's residence for so long that you're embarrassed to eat?" His words were filled with teasing, causing her to blush even more.
"Why can't you even speak now? Did your face get ruined and your voice along with it?" His words were merciless, sharp like venom from a snake; just a little could be deadly!
Mo Xier finally couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly looked up and slammed her hand on the table, making a loud noise as she shouted, "I just don't want to eat with you! You usually seem so smart; why are you being so clueless now?"
Her fierce demeanor left Night Star momentarily stunned, and the room fell silent again.
With such an outburst, she received no response from him. Her once imposing presence quickly diminished. What was going on? She was being so fierce, yet this blockhead showed no reaction at all—not even a retort!
After a long silence, her courage began to wane, and she felt increasingly guilty. "Why... why aren't you saying anything?"
"What is there to say?" He slowly took a sip of tea, his tone indifferent. "You've said everything that needed to be said and even things that shouldn't have been said. I just need to listen."
She was instantly choked up; this wooden man could infuriate anyone with his words! She stood up in anger, but eventually sat back down in a dejected manner, the difference between her initial fury and her final state was like heaven and earth.
"Let Xinrong serve the meal," the man said calmly, looking at her steadily and speaking softly.
At that moment, Mo Xier's expression was exceptionally vivid. If she could see her own face right now, she would think that even the traffic lights changed faster than her complexion.
"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I just said? Or can you not even understand human speech now?"
"Is there anything you want to eat tonight? I can have Xinrong arrange it," he replied nonsensically, definitely capable of driving someone mad.
"Night Star!" The woman shouted in fury, her eyes wide open.
"What is it?" He slightly raised his gaze to meet her fierce stare. His deep-set eyes held a look of concern, completely unafraid. His calmness made Mo Xier feel rather petty.
"Nothing." She immediately deflated, her breath weakening.
"So you have no objections now?" he asked with a hint of pride.
Her hands were intertwined nervously; despite her unwillingness, she still whispered, "No."
"Very good!" Night Star finally revealed a satisfied smile and then loudly commanded, "Xinrong, serve dinner. I'm staying here tonight."
"Yes!"
Even through the door, Mo Xier could hear the excitement in Xinrong's voice.
Mo Xier couldn't help but feel exasperated. What kind of people were surrounding her? They seemed so happy while taking things from her!
The Small Kitchen in the courtyard was always quick. Within moments of placing the order, the dishes were already served, steaming hot and incredibly appetizing just to look at.
Xinrong was serving the dishes while explaining, "Miss, these are all your favorites. I specifically instructed the Small Kitchen to prepare them."
Turning around, she brought a bowl of ginseng chicken soup. The rich broth emitted a strong herbal aroma even before she got close.
Frowning slightly, Mo Xier looked displeased. "What is this? It smells terrible!"
Xinrong seemed completely oblivious to her expression and proudly placed it in front of her, smiling as she said, "Miss, this is specially made for you by the kitchen. Under Dr. Li's guidance, many precious herbs have been added, which are good for the wounds on your face. You should drink it while it's hot."
Upon hearing this, her brows almost twisted together in frustration. Although she was indeed a doctor, she hated taking medicine! She could prescribe it for others but could never bring herself to take it herself.
Turning her face away, she stirred the unusually thick soup with a spoon. The heavy aroma hit her, almost making her feel nauseous.
Pleadingly looking at Xinrong, she asked, "Can I not drink it? Isn't it enough to apply medicine on my face? Mixing medicine into food is just wasting good food!"
In her foodie philosophy, food should be enjoyed properly; concocting medicinal dishes was ruining delicious meals!
Food is food, and medicinal herbs are medicinal herbs—how could they be mixed together?
"No."
Before Xinrong could respond, Night Star spoke up first. He took the bowl from in front of her and said sternly, "Did you not say you are also a doctor? Since you are a doctor, how can you not know the effects of these herbs? Since Dr. Li said it's effective for your wounds, you will drink it."
The tone was firm, causing her expression to stiffen instantly.
"I'll say it again, the wound on my face is my own business, and I don't need anyone else to interfere. As for whether I drink this stuff or not, that's up to me! What right do you have to meddle in my affairs?"
She pushed his hand away, her face filled with anger. Her originally beautiful brows seemed to be knitting together, and just from her gaze, it was clear how unhappy she was at that moment.
However, Night Star remained oblivious, stubbornly holding onto the soup without putting it down.
The two of them were locked in a standoff, the joy of seeing delicious food dissipating in an instant, leaving only frustration in their hearts.
Standing nearby, Xinrong couldn't bear to watch any longer and gently advised, "Miss, why don't you just drink a little? Just a tiny bit will do; after all, it's Dr. Li's good intentions."
"Who wants his good intentions! I said I'm not drinking it!" The more she was persuaded like this, the angrier she became, her voice rising several pitches and startling Xinrong into shrinking back slightly.
She had never seen a woman lose her temper like this; she had always witnessed her gentle side and had never seen her like this before.
Night Star furrowed his brows tightly, showing no hint of joy as he asked in a deep voice, "If you were asked to eat something you don't like, would you gladly accept it?"
Upon hearing his question, Xinrong was taken aback. The words "Of course not" stuck in her throat but wouldn't come out. She wasn't foolish; she knew that if she answered like that, the woman would have a reason not to drink.
Not hearing her response, Mo Xier's face broke into a slight smile. "I knew you wouldn't answer because your answer is the same as mine: unwilling! The saying goes 'Do not impose on others what you do not desire for yourself.' If you are unwilling to do something yourself, why must it be forced upon me?"
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