Huo Tingxiao watched Mu Lan wearing only a thin outer robe and quickly took off his own suit to drape over her.
In an instant, his scent enveloped Mu Lan densely, the familiar aroma uniquely his causing her to space out for a moment.
Pale fingers reached to tug at the coat but were immediately pressed down by the back of Huo Tingxiao's hand.
"You're afraid of the cold, don't catch a cold."
A simple enough sentence, but it made Mu Lan's heart twist uncomfortably.
"Even if I catch a cold, it's none of your business. I don't need your jacket."
Mu Lan felt Huo Tingxiao's hand grip tighten, causing her own hand to ache. She looked up bewilderedly at the man before her, his face devoid of expression, and her tone hardened.
"Huo Tingxiao, what on earth are you trying to do?"
Huo Tingxiao lowered his gaze to look at the slightly angered Mu Lan, his voice carrying an air of entitlement.
"I don't want you to get sick."
Mu Lan was taken aback, then retorted mercilessly,
