"..." Jin Jumo was stunned, the corner of her mouth curled as she turned her face to the side.
Rong Mochen looked at the curl of Jin Jumo's mouth, the expression on his face was unclear whether he was laughing or crying, it could barely be described as being caught between laughter and tears. He raised an eyebrow, "I want some soup."
Jin Jumo turned her head to look at him.
Rong Mochen also stared at her, his gaze clearly implying he wanted her to serve him soup.
Jin Jumo twitched the corner of her mouth, smiled, took the clean small bowl next to him to serve him soup, and placed it next to his hand once done, "Is there anything else Mr. Rong needs from a pregnant woman like me? Feel free to ask, don't be shy."
"..." Rong Mochen watched Jin Jumo's petty, calculating little look, his dark eyes flashed softness as he pursed his lips and drank a few sips of the soup.
