After standing there for two minutes, Jin Jumo finally stepped towards him again.
Standing by the bed, staring at his cold, handsome face, Jin Jumo slowly sat on the edge of the bed, her peach blossom eyes fixated on his long, dark eyelashes that drooped down on his eyelids. She breathed quietly, not saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, Rong Mochen suddenly lifted his eyelashes, his dark eyes silent as they gazed straight at Jin Jumo.
Jin Jumo was momentarily stunned, then immediately gave him a smile, slipped off her cotton slippers, and climbed onto his chest like a snake, resting her head against his steadily beating heart, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she murmured, "Softer a bit."
Rong Mochen almost instinctively relaxed his body.
After two or three seconds, Rong Mochen furrowed his brows and, grabbing her arm, tried to pull her off of him.
"I'll cry." Jin Jumo said in a grievance.
