But he was paying attention.
So, he's genuinely anticipating the child in her belly, isn't he?
"If you want to look, just look. Why sneak around?"
Rong Mochen glanced at Jin Jumo, his tone not exactly gentle, yet not cold either, with a barely noticeable curve at the corner of his thin lips.
"..." Jin Jumo felt embarrassed and silently moved her gaze to the car window.
Rong Mochen slightly raised his eyebrow, his eye catching Jin Jumo's slightly clenched left hand as he half-closed his dark eyes, looking at Jin Jumo, "Little Mo."
"Hm?" Jin Jumo turned her head to look at him.
Rong Mochen extended his hand to her.
Jin Jumo's eyes showed surprise as she hesitantly looked at the broad hand reaching out to her, then slowly looked up at Rong Mochen, her expression wooden.
"Give me your hand," Rong Mochen said.
Jin Jumo frowned, puzzled, but still placed her hand in his palm.
