He stared at her intensely for a while, then moved his feet away and left the door of Xinghe Bank.
Tang Zhiluo patted her chest.
That night, Mo Xun didn't return until the middle of the night again.
The next day, when Tang Zhiluo woke up, she saw Mo Xun lying on the sofa at home without even a thin blanket over him.
Had he been exposed to the cold air all night?
His cough hadn't got better yet, and he was exposing himself to the cold like this—did he have a death wish?
Tang Zhiluo still couldn't bear it.
After all, Mo Xun was her creditor; she was living in his house and couldn't bear to see him treating himself so poorly.
She went to her room to get a thin blanket and carefully covered him with it.
Mo Xun's eyes were closed, his nose bridge high and prominent, his lips thin but with beautiful, sexy curves.
When he was asleep, his eyelashes were long, his face was harmless, and his temperament was serene, much gentler than when he was awake.