"Driving me away?" Rong Mochen looked at Jin Jumo, with a hint of self-mockery in his tone.
"If that's what Mr. Rong wants to say, then so be it," Jin Jumo said.
Rong Mochen snorted softly, stepped forward, and his towering figure immediately pressed in like a mountain. His cool, long fingers brushed over Jin Jumo's slender, delicate neck like a snake, "Little Mo, why do you have to be like this? You know I can never let go of you. The colder you are to me, the more you avoid me like the plague, the deeper my obsession with you becomes. If you really dislike me so much, you should do the opposite and comply with me in everything. Maybe one day, I'll stop bothering you and let you be free."
"Every person is independent, with independent thoughts. No one can touch or change what's in Mr. Rong's mind except Mr. Rong himself, and the same goes for me. If Mr. Rong finds this amusing, then by all means, continue," she said.
