Tang Zhiluo was very happy, the sweetness entwined in her heart, and she couldn't help leaning over, wanting to kiss Mo Xun.
Mo Xun blocked her, "Don't kiss me, I'm still sick and I'm afraid of infecting you."
Tang Zhiluo was stunned, realizing that was why he hadn't touched her.
Tang Zhiluo was somewhat moved and whispered, "It's okay, we sleep in the same bed anyway, sooner or later it will spread."
"No." Mo Xun sternly refused her.
Tang Zhiluo was dazed and dared not bring it up again, sleeping back in her own spot, feeling somewhat gloomy in her heart.
To take the initiative and be rejected like that, it indeed hurt a bit.
"Why are you facing away from me?" Mo Xun noticed her abnormality, leaned over, and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Not at all."
"Then turn around." Mo Xun wanted her to face him as they sleep.
Tang Zhiluo turned her head, naturally placing her arms around his neck.