Meeting his gaze, Jin Jumo slightly squinted, hiding all the emotions in her eyes, smiled softly, and walked towards the dining table.
"Little Mo." He called her, his voice deep and pleasing.
Jin Jumo looked at him.
"Come to my side." Rong Mochen stared at her.
Jin Jumo hesitated slightly, then smiled as she walked toward him, "Isn't Mr. Rong going to eat?"
"Yes, waiting for you to come." Rong Mochen wrapped her waist, bent slightly, his dark eyes looking straight at Jin Jumo.
Under his gaze, Jin Jumo's eyes flickered slightly, playfully teasing, "Why is Mr. Rong looking at me like that, it's quite scary!"
Rong Mochen lightly curled his lips, his long fingers gently lifted Jin Jumo's delicate chin, his deep gaze scanned over Jin Jumo's lips like a precision scanner, "Am I that scary? Just looking at you makes you feel afraid."
