Rong Mochen gazed at her worried little face, unable to resist teasing her. He tightened his long arms around her slim waist, his warm breath spraying onto her flushed face, and softly said, "Just rest like this."
How can I rest like this?
Jin Jumo was genuinely concerned about his rest, so she didn't realize he was joking. Her brows furrowed, "How is that okay? Mr. Rong, you should go back."
"What about you if I leave?" Rong Mochen raised an eyebrow.
"I'll nap by Grandpa's bed for a while, and maybe he'll wake up soon," Jin Jumo said.
"You're pregnant now, and you've lost a lot of weight recently, always throwing up. I don't feel at ease leaving you here alone," Rong Mochen said calmly.
"I won't. I was throwing up before because I was worried about Grandpa, so my pregnancy reaction was severe. Now that Grandpa is awake, my worry is gone, so I won't keep throwing up," Jin Jumo said softly, her pale fingers unconsciously picking at his shoulder.
