Jin Jumo lowered her eyelashes, knowing that this man responded to gentleness rather than force, so she tried to lower her posture and whispered, "It's a bit cold, can I put on some clothes?"
Rong Mochen squinted, his voice still cold and clear, "Why put them on? You'll have to take them off anyway."
Jin Jumo's heart, which had just calmed down, jumped again, and she looked at him in shock.
"Did you think I was joking, trying to scare you?"
Rong Mochen sneered, grabbing Jin Jumo's slender waist with one hand and pulling her towards him, "It should've been like this. Once I've dealt with you, you won't have so many tricks up your sleeve. One moment like this, the next moment like that."
Jin Jumo stared into his calm, deep black eyes.
Realizing with horror that this man in front of her wasn't joking in the slightest.
She took a quick breath, her voice almost trembling to pieces, "You promised, you have to fulfill that thing... you can't go back on your word."
