Rong Mochen's lips curved and the laughter in his dark eyes couldn't be taken back in time, spotted perfectly by Jin Jumo.
His handsome face stiffened slightly, Rong Mochen instantly pressed his lips together tightly, his drooping dark lashes shielding all the emotions in his eyes.
He reverted to the aloof and proud Mr. Rong.
Jin Jumo thought she might be taking the wrong medicine, actually considering the hurriedly disguised emotions of Rong Mochen as somewhat awkwardly cute.
She bit her lower lip.
Jin Jumo glanced at the position of the two, and suddenly felt it wasn't very, um... safe.
"Mr. Rong, I'm going to take a shower," Jin Jumo excused.
Yet, Rong Mochen didn't let go, his strong physique firmly leaning on Jin Jumo, a fire smoldering in his dark eyes, he asked lowly, "Tonight, is it okay?"
Jin Jumo's eyelashes fluttered lightly, "It's usually seven days for me..."
Seven days?