Rong Mochen's dark eyes were filled with a warm smile, and the flash of pride in his gaze didn't escape Jin Jumo's notice.
Jin Jumo laughed in frustration, using some force to try to pull her hand from his grasp.
Rong Mochen deliberately loosened his grip, but just as Jin Jumo felt she was about to pull her hand out, he suddenly tightened his grip again, solidly trapping her soft, boneless little hand in his palm.
"Rong Mochen." Jin Jumo couldn't hold back her shyness this time, and she coquettishly glared at him with playful anger.
Rong Mochen squinted at her face, which was as beautiful as peach blossoms. His adam's apple bobbed. If Huo Shaojun hadn't been in the room at that moment, he might have pounced and kissed her hard.
Their gazes entangled with each other as if no one else was around, their eye contact sticky and difficult to break.
Jin Jumo suddenly felt a deep, brooding gaze fixed on them.
