Mo Xun felt somewhat weak, his eyes drooping, when suddenly his face turned cold, "Get out now."
He noticed she wasn't wearing a mask.
Tang ZhiLuo, seemingly understanding his thoughts, said nonchalantly, "It's okay, since I have promised to take care of you, I am not afraid."
"Get out." Mo Xun had only this to say, even shoving her hand away. "I don't need your care, have Mu Jiu come over."
"He's gone back to the company to be busy," Tang ZhiLuo said, pushed away with the towel, her expression somewhat at a loss.
Mo Xun turned his head away, his head throbbing and his face was enduring, he closed his eyes.
Tang ZhiLuo stood there for a moment, seeing he was still sweating, she wanted to wipe his sweat.
Mo Xun glared at her and buried his face in the blanket, "I said I don't need your care. Are you deaf or what?"
Tang ZhiLuo saw that he intended to scold her away, her voice lowered, "It's too late for you to say these things now, I've already kissed you just now."