Jin Jumo opened her eyes, her brow still furrowed, and looked back at Rong Mochen. "Mr. Rong, did I wake you up?"
Rong Mochen didn't open his eyes, his soft breath falling on her ear, his voice slightly hoarse, "Can't sleep?"
Jin Jumo rubbed her chest and shook her head, "I should be able to sleep in a while."
Rong Mochen opened his eyes slowly upon hearing her words, looking at her slightly troubled little face, his lips gently pursed, "Are you uncomfortable?"
As he spoke, his palm gently caressed her rounded belly.
Jin Jumo closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep, yet her heart felt like it hid a terrifying beast hitting her from all sides. She wanted to drive it away, but felt powerless.
Very restless, but above all anxious and ominous.
Not hearing Jin Jumo speak, Rong Mochen paused, his arm exerted gentle force, turning her to lie flat, his warm fingertips rubbing at her tightly furrowed brow, "What's the matter?"
