Jin Jumo walked into the bedroom and saw someone standing on the balcony, tall and clear against the doorframe.
Jin Jumo walked over, passed her hands through his narrow waist corset, hugged him, and pressed her face against his broad back, silent.
At the moment she hugged him, Rong Mochen's deep eyes seemed to narrow slightly. He lowered his eyes to look at her hands wrapped around his abdomen and eventually reached out to hold them.
Jin Jumo was pulled by him to stand in front of him, her back pressed against the balcony's carved railing, looking up at him.
Rong Mochen stared at her somewhat nervous little face and slowly lowered his head.
As soon as their lips met, both of their breaths trembled slightly.
Jin Jumo gently closed her long lashes, tiptoeing to meet him.
Every inch of gaze made Jin Jumo feel nervous and at a loss, her pink lips trembling lightly, "Rong Mochen, what, what's wrong with you today? Don't scare me."
