"Put this on, it's cold. Don't catch a cold," Mo Xun moved over and lifted her fair ankle.
Tang Zhiluo jerked her foot back as if shocked by electricity, "I can put it on myself."
It was just a foot injury, she wasn't paralyzed.
"No worries, I'll help you," Mo Xun's tone ambiguous, insisted on putting it on for her.
Tang Zhiluo could only close her eyes and let him do it: "Hurry up."
"Okay." Mo Xun pulled it up for her, his warm palm wandering on her skin, burning her so much that Tang Zhiluo's breath became erratic.
Finally, his lips were by her ear, whispering softly, "You have a great figure."
Tang Zhiluo opened her eyes, her face hotly flushed.
Afterward, he didn't take any more excessive actions, helped her put on the hospital gown, buttoning it up one by one, "The clothes I bought for you earlier, wear them when you get discharged."
Then he took a towel and gently dried her hair.