The thin, warm lips slowly descended, resting against her pink ear, softly exhaling, "What's going on? Hmm?"
His voice, whether indulgent or concerned, drifted into Jin Jumo's ear, but suddenly it made Jin Jumo erupt. She turned around and forcefully pushed his chest with her hand.
Rong Mochen was caught off guard, never expecting her to do such a thing.
His tall body was actually pushed back two steps by her.
Steady.
Rong Mochen's brow was deeply furrowed, and his chiseled, cold face hardened, his dark eyes intensely locking onto Jin Jumo's tense little face.
"Rong Mochen, what exactly do you want to get from me before you'll let me go?"
Jin Jumo's eyes were bare, her voice pressed low, perhaps afraid that Xixi and Hanhan in the living room might hear.
But the tension in her voice still revealed some long-suppressed resentment!
Rong Mochen stared at the sudden red bloodshot in her eyes, rapidly spreading around her eye sockets like a blood globe.
