"Where are you going?" Rong Mochen lightly gazed at Jin Jumo's pale profile, slightly furrowing his brow, and spoke softly.
Jin Jumo turned to look at him, "Let's just talk here."
"..." Rong Mochen's dark eyes were half-closed, his spine slightly leaning back against his chair, as he retrieved a cigarette and lighter from a hidden compartment. He placed a cigarette between his lips, the golden lighter spinning a few turns in his long, distinct fingers, yet he didn't light the cigarette.
He turned his head towards Jin Jumo, his eyes deep, "Speak."
Jin Jumo looked at his slightly mischievous face as he held a cigarette between his lips, her brow furrowing slightly. Her eyes shifted away, staring straight ahead, "Is Mr. Rong truly sincere about wanting to be with me?"
Rong Mochen pressed the cigarette tightly between his lips, watching her for a long moment before removing the cigarette with two beautiful slender fingers, his voice heavy, "Yes."
