"..." Jin Jumo's face flushed, the object pressing against her belly made it impossible for her to focus on what he was saying, his words floated into her ears sounding like a persistent hum.
"Little Mo." Not hearing her response, Rong Mochen lowered his head to look at her, only to see her face unusually red, he paused, pressed his fingertip against it, "Why is your face so red?"
"..." Really playing dumb!
Jin Jumo tightly pursed her lips, grabbed his fingers that were messing around on her face, her voice as soft as a mosquito, "Mr. Rong, can you let go of me first?"
Rong Mochen's dark eyes glimmered lightly, understood something, his thin lips tugged slightly, "No."
"..." Jin Jumo frowned, uncomfortably twisted her waist, but as soon as she moved, she heard a heavy gasp from someone next to her ear, her neck flushed red, suddenly making her afraid to move at all.
"Move again, why not move?" Rong Mochen's throat rolled, whispering hoarsely beside her ear.
