"Be careful, Miss Jin, if you get burned, Mo Chen will be heartbroken," Tang Ruan's voice was low, but the softness in her tone was almost palpable.
The first time Jin Jumo met Tang Ruan, she thought the woman was very beautiful.
Her beauty wasn't the kind that dazzled at first glance, but rather a gentle, willow-like beauty, with eyes that seemed to hold water.
Generally, overly stunning looks, like Jian Liangtong's.
Women like that give off a sense of distance, admired from afar but difficult to approach.
Whereas Tang Ruan's beauty exuded a delicate allure impossible for any man to resist, easily invoking a strong protective instinct.
Add to that her soft, fragile voice, and few men could withstand it.
Hearing this, Jin Jumo paused slightly while serving the soup, smiling without answering.
Tang Ruan didn't say more.
Jin Jumo and Tang Ruan carried the soup outside and saw the two brothers laughing, engrossed in something amusing.
