Chapter 244: Chapter 239: Jin Jumo Just Reached the Living Room 2
In an instant, she felt that her earlier question was nothing but nonsense!
Looking at him, not to mention holding Xixi and Hanhan, even with two more Xixis and Hanhans hanging on him, it would be fine.
The car slid into the parking area under the apartment building. Xixi had already fallen asleep in the child seat, and Hanhan was drowsy, just barely managing to stay awake.
As soon as the car stopped, Jin Jumo unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
But someone was faster than her.
Jin Jumo stood outside the car, watching Rong Mochen gently pick Xixi up from the child seat into his arms.
As he looked down at Xixi’s eyes, they were soft and warm. The hard lines of his face were now gentle and tender, filled with a profound parental love.
If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes.
Jin Jumo would never believe that this cold and aloof man could become just like any ordinary parent, with no sharp edges when facing his children.
Rong Mochen’s peripheral vision caught Jin Jumo looking at him. His black eyes lifted slightly, and the warmth deep within them didn’t dissipate but intensified as they gazed at her.
Jin Jumo’s eyes shrank as if stung by a bee, turned her gaze away, and quickly went to the backseat to pick up Hanhan.
Holding Hanhan’s hand, she headed towards the apartment building.
Rong Mochen watched Sister Jin’s retreating back as if she were fleeing, and his black eyes squinted slightly. He lifted his steps and followed her forward.
Back at the apartment, Jin Jumo quickly washed Hanhan, who climbed onto the bed and fell asleep shortly thereafter.
Jin Jumo then wiped Xixi’s face, tucked her in, and left the room.
Rong Mochen’s gaze followed Jin Jumo’s back closely.
Just as her figure was about to disappear beyond the door frame, Rong Mochen suddenly stepped forward and walked out of the bedroom in a few strides.
As Jin Jumo reached the living room, her wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind.
Jin Jumo’s resistant movements became more vigorous and forceful.
Rong Mochen pressed his forehead against Jin Jumo’s, his hoarse voice sounded as if it bore immense pain, "Little Mo, I might not be able to endure much longer."
Even though his scorching body had been away from her for a while, Jin Jumo still felt her chest boiling intensely.
Especially that area over her left chest.
Jin Jumo blinked her eyelashes, her hand resting on the back of the sofa slowly gripping tightly.
Standing like this, not knowing how long it had been, Jin Jumo suddenly realized something. She turned her head to look at the person who had already sat down on the sofa, not moving for a while.
Rong Mochen was leaning on the sofa, his tall figure making the sofa seem much smaller.
His brows were tightly knit, and his cold and elegant face showed an unusual flush, while his black eyes seemed to be burning as they stared at her.
Jin Jumo clenched her hands tightly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she acted before she realized it.
Finding a handkerchief, she took out a few ice cubes from the fridge, wrapped them inside, and quickly walked to his side.
The flawless white back of her hand touched his forehead lightly.
The next second, her eyebrows knitted tightly, she looked at him, "Did you know you have a fever?"
Rong Mochen didn’t speak, he just stared at her intently.
Jin Jumo’s peach blossom eyes flashed with annoyance as she stuffed the handkerchief containing the ice into his hand, "Use the ice on your forehead and cheeks to cool down."
Saying that, Jin Jumo glanced around the room and saw a medicine box and some cold medicine on the cabinet under the LCD TV.
It was probably prepared in case the two children caught a cold, always better to be prepared.
Jin Jumo walked over, picked out two packets of cold medicine sachets, fetched some hot water, and walked to Rong Mochen.
She poured the sachets into a paper cup, mixed it with hot water, and handed it to Rong Mochen, "This is all we have now, drink it first."
Rong Mochen furrowed his brows and turned his face slightly to the side, silently refusing.
Jin Jumo gritted her teeth silently, without giving him a choice, she bent her knees and leaned on the sofa, bringing the cup to his lips, "Drink."
"..." Rong Mochen’s black eyes flashed with surprise, as he looked at Jin Jumo’s stern little face, as if he didn’t drink, she would inflict some kind of torture on him.
"Drink it." Jin Jumo repeated.
Rong Mochen’s black eyelashes fluttered lightly, and he slowly opened his lips.
Jin Jumo didn’t hesitate, raising her supple wrist, and slowly fed the medicine into his mouth.
Watching him swallow it, Jin Jumo’s expression softened slightly.
She tossed the paper cup into the trash bin, took the ice from his hand, and applied it to his forehead and cheeks, without saying a word.
Rong Mochen quietly lifted his black eyes, looking at Jin Jumo’s small and delicate chin, and her slightly pursed pink lips, something inside his heart slowly seeped into his veins.
Suddenly.
Jin Jumo felt her other hand being grasped by a large, dry palm.