Upon reaching Xinghe Bank, Zhiluo discovered Mo Xun, dressed in loungewear, waiting for her at the neighborhood entrance. Wrapped in a thick, pure black Sleep robe, he exuded a casual, handsome vibe.
"Why are you waiting downstairs?" Tang Zhiluo was surprised.
"Waiting for you." Mo Xun said simply, taking her small hand as they headed inside.
Tang Zhiluo, hand in his pocket for warmth, smiled faintly, "If you're waiting, wait upstairs, downstairs is so cold."
It was December now, and South City had finally cooled down.
"I wanted to see you sooner." Mo Xun glanced at her, his eyes shimmering.
Tang Zhiluo's heart skipped a beat, and she laughed.
Once they entered the home, Mo Xun suddenly embraced her tightly.
Tang Zhiluo, startled, said, "Stop messing around! Mrs. Gui is still here."
"I sent her back home." Mo Xun let Mrs. Gui leave seeing that Tang Zhiluo was fine, to avoid disturbing their time together.